novelraw Chapter 345: The Cat Would Come Back When It Is Hungry
Chapter 345: The Cat Would Come Back When It Is Hungry
In the women’s toilet.
Looking at her pale face in the mirror, Riya sighed and took out her foundation and lipstick to put on makeup.
She felt faint pain in her lower abdomen, which made her feel nervous.
She should complete the examination in the hospital a few days ago.
Thinking about what the doctor said, Riya was worried.
What should she do? It needed family members to sign the agreement if she wanted to induce abortion.
Medical abortion? No, she could not risk her life.
Riya put on delicate makeup and looked at her red lips in the mirror. Her eyes were watery and charming. She was beautiful and lofty. She pursed her lips and revealed an enchanting smile.
She should be like this.
She was a free woman. She should not be held back by a baby. A momentary mistake was nothing. If she allowed this mistake to develop, then it would be the biggest mistake.
She could close her eyes and endure it. It was not late for her to turn back.
Riya stroked her aching abdomen and sighed. "Forget it. It is a life," she thought.
"Auntie, have you finished washing your hands? Can you let me wash my hands? I have three shrimps to eat."
Riya heard a young girl’s tender and sweet voice. She looked down and saw a cute little girl beside her.
The girl’s black eyes were like crystals, making Riya feel warm.
"Emily, why are you here? Did Halle bring you here?"
Riya cast a nervous glance over her shoulder. She was afraid that Halle would suddenly appear. If Halle saw her appearance just now, would she discover something?
"Mom didn’t come. Dad brought me here. But it is the women’s toilet. Boys can’t come in."
Emily waved at Riya as she spoke. Her pink and tender face showed seriousness. Margaret said that a girl’s cuteness and face were the most lethal weapons. Emily was so beautiful, and everyone liked her. "Horton brought you here."
Riya pinched Emily’s face. She loved such soft touch.
No wonder men like cute women.
"Auntie, it is impolite to pinch a child’s face like this."
Emily said aggrievedly. She felt pain in her cute and beautiful face as Riya pinched her.
What if she became ugly and her parents didn’t like her anymore? Her new classmates might not like her either.
Emily forcefully removed Riya’s hands. She pouted and said, "Auntie, you are childish. I will not be able to marry if I become ugly."
"Emily, you want to marry at such a young age. It doesn’t matter if you can’t marry. I’ll give birth to a boy and let him marry you."
Riya looked proud. The more she looked at Emily’s fleshy face, the happier she was.
"Auntie, you are lying. You are not pregnant. How can you have a son? I am three years old. Your son is too young. When he grows up, I will be an old woman. How can he marry me?"
As Emily spoke, she stretched out three fingers, which made Riya happy again.
"You are like an adult. Do you hear that it’s good for the wife to be older than the husband?"
Emily blinked and said seriously, "Why?"
Margaret didn’t tell Emily about this.
Riya smiled, "You will know it when you grow up."
Riya felt Emily was so cute. She took Emily out and saw Horton waiting at the door. A man was beside Horton.
When Horton saw Emily, he picked up her happily. He feared that if he could not see Emily for a while, she would disappear.
"Dad, where are my big shrimps? What if they were eaten by other children?"
Thinking of the shrimps in her bowl, Emily nervously pulled Horton to the banquet.
Riya was about to catch up by she was stopped by someone.
Stefan looked down at her. His lips pursed into a straight line, looking serious.
Riya raised her eyebrows and sneered, "What do you want to do? Buy this luxurious toilet?"
Stefan looked at her and said, "Let’s talk."
"No."
"Why didn’t you tell me you are pregnant?"
He was angry but he tried to control himself.
Riya took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Why should I tell you that I’m pregnant? Are you going to get pregnant instead of me?"
"It’s my baby."
Stefan stood in front of Riya and said, "Let’s talk."
"I said no."
She was about to vent her anger, but she was carried into the bathroom by Stefan.
The man’s low and husky voice came into her ears, "If you don’t want to talk, then let’s do it."
In the room.
Hilla looked at the sleeping Margaret and said helplessly, "If I had known that you were so unwilling, I would have annulled the marriage."
Looking at Margaret drinking non-stop at the wedding banquet, Hilla had a mixed feeling.
After covering Margaret with a quilt, Hilla left the room quietly.
The door of the room was closed, and the quilt on the bed moved. In the next second, a figure sat up from the bed.
Margaret’s dark eyes looked at the closed door. She jumped out of bed happily and found the hidden bank card from the shelf in the bedside cabinet.
Fortunately, she was smart and hid this card in the hotel two days ago.
Her account was closely watched by Orlenna, even the wedding gifts the Anderson family gave her were controlled by Julian.
She wanted to escape from the marriage. She would live a hard life after she married.
She had worked hard to secretly save some money from her two nephews. She was smart and didn’t deposit them into her account.
"As long as the bride goes missing tomorrow, Julian, that bastard, will be humiliated. After I travel one or two years outside, I will come back and divorce. Then I will be the free daughter of the Anderson family again."
Margaret was proud. She took off her dress.
What was good about being Mrs. Jorgansen? Wasn’t it nice to be the daughter of the Anderson family?
Margaret felt happier. She looked at herself in the mirror and praised herself, "Margaret, you are so clever!"
A woman with a high IQ like her was not someone Julian could covet.
Margaret changed her clothes, took her precious bank card, and quietly opened the door. When there was no one in the corridor, she ran out quickly.
She would not come back.
Margaret happily ran in the corridor.
The elevator door opened. Julian stood in the elevator with Alan. He looked at Margaret who could not hide her happiness when waiting for the elevator. He smiled and said, "The wedding night doesn’t end. Where do you want to go?"
"My bride."
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In the elevator.
Julian stood straight with his hands behind his back. Alan kept quiet as standing beside Julian. He quickly turned around.
Don’t look at what you should not see, especially what happened between your boss and his wife.
Margaret instantly stopped smiling when she saw Julian. He was like a picture. Every his subtle expression was fake.
But quickly, Margaret reacted. She covered the bank card hidden in her mouth pocket and became vigilant.
"Why are you here?"
After asking, she felt she was like taking coals to Newcastle. Shouldn’t she turn around and escape instantly?
By the time she wanted to run away, Julian had walked out of the elevator and stood in front of her.
"Where are you going on this red letter day? Mrs. Jorgansen."
Julian said calmly, but his cold tone made Margaret shiver.
She raised her eyebrows, less confidently. But she mustered up her courage and said, "Mr. Jorgansen, don’t be so polite. Just call me Margaret."
Could he be the only one who said in a voice dripping with sarcasm? Margaret’s head was erect and her back was straight.
If she couldn’t beat him in height, then she would overwhelm him in terms of momentum.
Julian sneered. It looked like he smiled in anger. He looked down and stared at the woman in front of him. He said, "Today is our wedding day. You dress like this at night. Are you going to escape?"
Julian asked, even though he knew the answer.
Seeing her plan was exposed, Margaret felt guilty again. She was unconvinced and muttered, "Why should I run away? I will be in trouble tonight if I don’t escape."
Was she so stupid that couldn’t imagine what would happen when married a man with ulterior motives?
"What are you muttering?"
"Yes, I want to escape the marriage. I just don’t want to marry you. What can you do?"
Margaret looked at Julian’s dark eyes. She felt a sense of unease when seeing his cold gaze.
Would he hit her for the sake of his dignity?
Margaret couldn’t defeat Julian. She knew it clearly, so she kept reminding herself.
To deal with a person like Julian, one must always grasp the boundaries and maintain the range that using words not hands.
"Let me tell you, if you dare to touch me, Bruce will not let you off."
Seeing Julian raising his arm, Margaret panicked. She quickly took two steps back and shouted excitedly, "Julian, you hit your wife. You are not a man."
Her words had no effect. Julian approached her. Margaret’s back was against the wall. She hugged her head and stomped, "You can’t hit my face."
Julian’s hand that was about to grab her stopped in mid-air. He sneered helplessly. She was so scared but she dared to escape the marriage. What a spineless woman! "There are a lot of people outside. Let Alan send you out."
Today was the red letter day for the Andersons and the Jorgansen. The two big families were connected by marriage, which attracted a large number of media and reporters. They were waiting to catch big news at the entrance of the hotel. If Margaret ran out now, it would be exactly what they wanted.
Margaret blinked in surprise. She could not believe it.
"You allow me to leave?"
Julian revealed a strange smile to her, "Don’t come back if you can."
Margaret thought, "I won’t come back even you kneel and beg me.
Without giving Julian time to regret, Margaret quickly entered the elevator and pressed the first-floor button.
Alan nervously looked at Margaret beside him. He frowned and said, "Margaret, are you going to give up the marriage?"
Margaret rolled her eyes at him instantly.
She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alan, you must have a backbone. You should rather die than surrender."
Alan thought, "How funny. Do you have a backbone when you worked in the Jorgansen Group?
She flattered Julian for a year. Now she told him about the backbone.
"I’ll take you out from the back door of the hotel later. But Margaret, can you live alone?"
When she entered the Jorgansen Group, she could not even make coffee. Alan could
not help but worry about her.
Could she take care of herself?
"Of course I can. I have lived alone. Don’t worry. I have lived abroad alone for many years."
What’s more, she was rich now. It was easy to do things with money.
Alan nodded and took Margaret out from the back door of the hotel.
In the VIP suite of the hotel.
Julian came out of the bathroom. Alan stood at the door. When he saw Julian, he looked down and said, "I’ve sent someone following Mrs. Jorgansen according to your instructions."
Julian replied faintly and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Alan hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Jorgansen, is it good to let Mrs. Jorgansen go out alone today?"
People were protecting Margaret. But if the media knew it, it would be big news tomorrow.
Julian shook the goblet in his hand and stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window. He looked at neon lights flashing in the city and smiled, "It doesn’t matter. A cat will come back soon if it is hungry!"
Outside the hotel.
Margaret called the taxi and went straight to the hotel near the airport.
"Miss, I’m sorry. Can you change the card?"
The receptionist smiled and returned the bank card.
"Is there something wrong with this card? It’s frozen? Is it demagnetized? Could it be that your PS machine is broken? Hand it over and I’ll swipe it."
The receptionist paused and kept smiling, "Miss, do you have other accounts to pay? The QR code is accepted."
Margaret was surprised. It was not her account, so she could not bind it with her telephone.
"What’s wrong with this card? Did I enter the wrong password? It doesn’t matter. I can enter again."
One was allowed to enter the password wrong three times a day. It was nothing to enter wrong once.
Margaret politely took the PS machine, but she was stopped by the receptionist. The receptionist smiled politely and said gently, "Miss, please change your card. The money in this card is not enough."
Not enough? How could it not be enough?
She had saved that money from her two nephews. Orlenna had given her quite a lot. How could it not be enough to stay in a hotel for a night?
"How about an ordinary suite?"
"Not enough, Miss."
"Then standard room? The smallest room shouldn’t cost much."
The receptionist smiled brighter. She replied firmly, "It’s not enough. You only have 7 dollars. Miss, do you need anything else?"
Margaret was wordless.
How could a five-star hotel provide the service only costing 7 dollars?
Margaret clenched her cell phone and looked at the balance of Line. She became serious. It seemed she had to go back to the wedding.