Chapter 97 We Are Neighbors
Margaret was a mess, crying and causing a scene on the rooftop. While she was distracted, Luke saw his chance, grabbed her arm, and yanked her down.
"Luke, don't be with anyone else. I love you. I can't live without you," she slurred, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Margaret, stop it. I'll take you home," Luke said, trying to be gentle but unable to shake her off.
A wave of guilt hit Luke hard.
"I'm not going home," she insisted, holding on to him tighter.
"I'm married, Margaret," Luke said.
"You're mine. You can't marry anyone else!" she cried, refusing to let go.
Feeling stuck, Luke told Terry to drive. He held Margaret throughout their journey to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Karida was yanked out of her sweet dreams and was already in a bad mood.
"What happened to your Elsa again..." Karida started but stopped short when she saw Margaret in Luke's arms, eyes wide with surprise.
"Luke, instead of being with Elsa , you're with Margaret in the middle of the night? You really know how to juggle relationships," Karida finally snapped.
Luke's face darkened. "Margaret drank too much. Terry called me."
"Margaret got drunk with you?" Karida noticed Terry behind Luke.
"Margaret was feeling down, so I had a couple of drinks with her," Terry said, looking uneasy.
"The hospital has other doctors, you know. Next time, take your relationship drama somewhere else," Karida grumbled, changing into her white coat. "First, get her a blood test."
Elsa tossed and turned until dawn, but Luke still hadn't come back.
The thought of him spending the night with Margaret, combined with a sleepless night, made Elsa feel sick. combined with a sleepless night, made Elsa feel sick.
She skipped breakfast, washed up quickly, and started walking down the hill to catch a cab to work. Living halfway up the hill had its downsides—no cabs and no private car. With Luke gone, his driver wouldn't be around either.
Elsa slipped on some soft-soled leather shoes and began her trek down the hill.
A few steps in, she heard two gentle honks behind her. She moved aside instinctively.
"Ms. Miller, need a ride?" A sleek black Bentley pulled up, the window rolled down to reveal Jonathan's calm, handsome face.
"Mr. Green, what are you doing here?" Elsa was surprised to see Jonathan for the third day in a row.
"The villa next door is mine. The servants weren't done tidying up, so I stayed at a hotel with Eric for a while. We just moved in," Jonathan said, turning on the heated seat for Elsa and waiting for her to settle in before driving off.
"Really? What a coincidence," Elsa mused.
Elsa marveled at the serendipity.
This hill was prime real estate in Maplewood City, with villas designed by the National Design Institute and priced sky-high.
Every time Elsa passed the neighboring villa, she wondered who would let such a prime property go to waste. It turned out that it was Jonathan!
"Yeah, if I'd known I'd be your neighbor, I'd have moved in sooner." Jonathan laughed.
"No, you were only a couple of months later than me," Elsa echoed the laugh.
This wasn't Elsa's home; it was Luke's. Thinking about how he hadn't come back all night, Elsa felt a wave of frustration.
"Do you go to work like this every day?" Jonathan asked, noticing her sudden look of desolation and remembering her solitary figure as she walked down the hill alone earlier.
"Not always. Luke Taylor didn't come back last night, so I couldn't take his car." Elsa shrugged.
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