Chapter 317 Nixie
"Luke." Margaret mustered up her courage, hugged Luke tightly, and reached out to untie his robe.
Luke's expression turned cold. "Margaret, let go of me."
"Elsa can, why can't I?" Margaret's face turned bright red with embarrassment, but her hands remained persistent.
"Luke." She stubbornly loosened his belt.
"Margaret, don't make me say it a second time." Luke took a half step back, grabbing Margaret's arm to keep her at a distance.
Margaret, naked, was thrown to the ground. She had already gathered all her courage to rush in, and now her face was filled with extreme embarrassment.
"Are you rejecting me because of Elsa?"
Margaret bit her lip, unable to control the tears streaming down her face.
"Margaret, don't ask anymore. I've told you, I can offer you friendship, I can protect you, even tolerate you, but love, that won't happen."
Luke's voice was filled with extreme displeasure.
"This kind of thing better not happen a second time!" He straightened his robe, which Margaret had dampened, and was about to leave.
"Then what was the meaning of the gifts you gave me a few days ago, and taking me to the races?"
Margaret questioned from behind.
She thought Luke had given up on Elsa and wanted to develop further with her, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
Luke paused but didn't answer her.
"Are you trying to use me to make Elsa jealous?" Margaret suddenly realized, seeing his hesitation, and asked in despair.
"This is my fault." Luke didn't deny it.
"Luke, you have such a cruel heart."
Margaret's sobs grew heavier, but Luke acted as if he didn't hear and walked out the door.
Elsa had been forced to put on a show of affection with Margaret for a long time, which made her unhappy. Later, she felt much better after earning money from Margaret.
But as she lay on the hotel bed after a shower, her mind was filled with images of Margaret and Luke interacting. His cold demeanor, not rejecting, was almost equivalent to tacit approval.
She always thought Margaret was petty, but wasn't she also intolerant by exposing her today? Ultimately, she hadn't truly let go, holding a grudge against Margaret and unable to move on from Luke.
Elsa changed clothes and went out for some fresh air. As she stepped out of her room, she bumped into Luke, who was wearing a robe, in the hallway.
From one pursuing and the other rejecting, to later ignoring each other, and then to today's confrontation, their relationship had undergone a dramatic change in just a month or two.
Luke's breath hitched when he saw Elsa approaching.
Fresh out of the shower, her hair was still damp, her face flushed from the steam, and her eyes were particularly striking.
Their eyes met, and Elsa's heart raced, while Luke's throat tightened.
They both opened their mouths to speak but didn't know what to say.
At that moment, the door behind Luke suddenly opened, and Margaret, disheveled, walked out.
Margaret was barefoot, her robe loosely tied, exposing her chest.
For once, she didn't try to create a scene but instead lowered her head and quickly walked past them back to her room.
What does this mean? Luke didn't satisfy Margaret, and Ms. Collins is unhappy?
Elsa raised an eyebrow, feeling a pang in her heart.
Luke wanted to explain something, but before he could speak, he only saw Elsa's back.
She was wearing a form-fitting slip dress with an oversized shirt over it and disposable hotel slippers on her feet.
Luke watched, feeling his heart flutter.
Elsa went downstairs, and after a while, Luke looked out the window of his room and saw her sitting by the pool eating ice cream.
A few young men approached her, but she gave them a cold smile and walked away.
Elsa probably mocked those guys countless times in her mind, thinking they were tacky.
Luke smiled wryly to himself.
That night, he couldn't sleep.
Around eleven, Luke got out of bed and called the hotel for some alcohol.
The air at Stardream Resort was fresh, with no smog, and when he glanced outside, he saw a sky full of stars.
Holding a glass of whiskey, Luke felt compelled to walk to the window.
Elsa had taken off her oversized shirt and was only wearing the slip dress, curled up by the pool smoking a cigarette, her long hair cascading down like seaweed, giving her a suddenly seductive aura.
Luke grabbed a coat, holding his glass, and uncontrollably walked out. Even in the elevator, he felt his heart pounding loudly.
Elsa was like a Nixie from an old story, luring him closer bit by bit.
"Smoking here in the middle of the night, Elsa, what kind of madness is this?" His heart itched unbearably, but when he spoke, it was still unpleasant words.
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