Chapter 39: Different Partnership (1)
[Margaret’s Perspective]
I realized how awkward my position was with Anthony.
I was laying on the ground and raising my legs toward him with my knees bent. Anthony was almost on top of me, pressing his arm hard against my calf.
Both Anthony and I were shocked by Armstrong’s voice and loosened our grip almost at the same time.
I got up from the ground in a sorry state, patted the dirt off me, and adjusted my clothes. Before I could explain, Elizabeth said, “I want to train my combat skills. I’m getting the two of them to teach me before doing a demonstration for me.”
Armstrong turned to look at Elizabeth, who stood up and ran over to show Armstrong her nonexistent bruise.
“I was injured just now. It hurts here. My clothes look terrible,” Elizabeth complained coquettishly.
I was a little puzzled. Seeing Elizabeth’s attitude towards Armstrong now, it seemed like there was really nothing between them. But why did Elizabeth act so abnormally previously?
“Are you looking for me here?” I heard Elizabeth ask.
This was actually what I was concerned about. Why did Armstrong suddenly come here?
“I’m here to see Margaret.” Armstrong looked at me.
Me? What??I frowned and thought,?Don’t tell me Armstrong wants to say something strange to me here? Elizabeth is still here.?I looked at Elizabeth. She did not look surprised, as if this was the answer she had expected. I was getting more and more confused about their relationship.
“Actually, the Lycan King is looking for you. He heard that you weren’t in your room and was anxious to know where you were. When I came home, I saw that the house was in a mess. I guessed that you and Elizabeth might be back, so I came here to look for you.”
Now all eyes were on me again.
I believe that Elizabeth and Anthony understood what Armstrong meant. I was being watched over by Donald like a child, and I had to report my every move to him. I really felt very embarrassed.
Fortunately, Armstrong broke the awkwardness again. He looked at Elizabeth and asked, “I heard that you’re moving out. What’s going on?”
“Ah, that’s it. I want to go home and stay there for a while.”
Armstrong thought for a moment and said hesitantly, “It’s safer staying at my place now. Do you really want to move back?”
“Do you want me to stay at your place?” I saw Elizabeth’s eyes light up.
“Uh, Elizabeth, I don’t want to interfere with your choice. You can do whatever you want.”
“I want to move back.”
I saw Elizabeth’s expression turn cold again. It was impossible for Armstrong not to notice. He was so good at reading other people’s emotions. He just pretended not to notice.
Now I felt that I could confirm that there was definitely a problem between them.
However, partners might have their own conflicts.
The two of them are completely different from Donald and me. I was dissatisfied with Donald controlling my life too much, but Armstrong seemed to be too indifferent to Elizabeth. We really should neutralize the two extremes.
“Let’s go, I want to send you back. The Lycan King was about to go crazy just now.”
Armstrong aimed his gaze at me.
I had just fought with Anthony and was covered in mud and sweat. I looked at myself and resigned myself to fate as I followed Armstrong back. I always had no image in front of Donald. I had been like this since the first time we met. Could this be the Moon Goddess’s arrangement?
Along the way, I tried my best to remain silent.
I had nothing to say to Armstrong, whether it was about us or about him and my sister. I just wanted to go back and take a shower first to get rid of the dust on my body before seeing Donald.
“How are you doing with the Lycan King?”
Damn it, Armstrong still spoke.
My relationship with Donald was not something I wanted to share with him.
“Not bad.”
“He cares about you a lot.” Armstrong looked a little puzzled. “But is he caring too much?”
“That’s between us,” I replied stiffly. I had never spoken to Armstrong with such an attitude before. But he should get used to it. Our relationship was not what it used to be. Everything from the past no longer applied to us now.
Armstrong scratched his head. I was a little surprised that he did not feel offended.
“The last time we were in the office, I was impulsive. I’m sorry, Margaret. You were right then.”
“It’s alright, I didn’t take it seriously.”
“Then can we still be friends?”
I looked at him in surprise. I had found it strange to be friends with my past lover. But since Armstrong said so, I could not reject him.
“Of course. We’ve always been friends.”
“That’s great.” Armstrong grinned.