Chapter 147 Concealment
When Luke hit the road for a business trip, Elsa tried to hold it together for a few days, but her insomnia came back with a vengeance.
She'd crash at 9 PM, doze off by 10, and then bam, nightmares had her up by 11, wide awake and restless.
She grabbed her phone, started scrolling through Facebook, and saw a friend request from Margaret. Without hesitation, she accepted and sent a quick question mark in response.
Margaret immediately sent a screenshot, which showed a photo and a comment: "I met this cute couple on the Ferris wheel. Didn't get a clear shot, but they look great!"
In the photo, Luke had his arm around Elsa's waist as they disembarked from the Ferris wheel, their foreheads touching.
As the photo only displayed their profiles, Margaret wanted to confirm, so she reached out to Elsa directly.
Margaret: [Elsa, is this you?]
Elsa: [Yeah, Ms. Collins, jealous?]
Margaret didn't respond.
The night before Luke was supposed to come back to Maplewood City, his hotel doorbell rang.
Thinking it was room service, Luke called out, "Come in."
No response.
Luke opened the door himself, and a slender figure threw herself into his arms.
"Margaret, what are you doing here?" Luke instinctively pulled her away.
"Luke, my dad wants me to date someone else, but I only like you. I won't marry anyone else!" Margaret cried, trying to cling to him again.
Luke kept his distance. "I'm married. Don't waste your time."
Margaret suggested, "But my dad said he won't rest in peace unless he sees someone taking care of me. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend to ease his mind?"
Seeing Luke's constant avoidance, Margaret hated Elsa even more but still put on a pitiful face.
"Margaret, I'm really sorry," Luke said.
He couldn't do it. Even if he hid it from Elsa, he couldn't deceive himself.
"Luke, are you really going to let my dad die disappointed?" She didn't believe Luke would disregard their past for Elsa.
"Sorry, Margaret," Luke gave her no room for negotiation.
He put on his jacket. "Don't be stubborn. You should be with Uncle Joe. I'll take you to the airport."
[Seven wonderful days, Mr. Taylor. Thanks for the company.] The accompanying picture showed Luke walking ahead with Margaret's white suitcase.
Late at night, seeing Margaret's post, Elsa felt like cursing.
So, she called Luke on a video chat.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Luke, woken from sleep, wasn't annoyed. He turned on the light and looked at her groggily.
After a few days apart, his tone was much gentler.
"Yes."
Luke, usually temperamental, wasn't angry at being woken up. Elsa's anger subsided instantly.
She decided to get the facts straight. Margaret was good at causing trouble, and she couldn't fall for it.
"Have you been busy? Tired?" Elsa asked softly.
Luke's eyes filled with warmth. "I'm fine," he said simply.
"Thanks for your hard work, honey. Margaret hasn't been bothering you, has she?" Elsa asked casually.
Luke was taken aback. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm worried Margaret might be pestering you. Didn't you notice I'm jealous?" Elsa said.
Luke laughed, "Of course not. With Uncle Joe's situation, she doesn't have the mind for anything else."
Luke was happy to hear Elsa was jealous. He had just sent Margaret away when Elsa called. He thought she might have found out something.
But he didn't want to tell Elsa the truth. She was already a deep thinker and had trouble sleeping. Knowing the truth might make her overthink more.
Elsa's heart sank. If he had said Margaret had been there, she would have listened to his explanation. But he chose to hide it.
'Why hide it if nothing had happened?' she pondered."Fine, if you say nothing happened, then nothing happened. Mr. Taylor, you looked really handsome carrying Margaret's suitcase," Elsa sneered and hung up.
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