Come back to Me, My Ex-Wife novel Chapter 21

Twenty minutes later, Margery was stunned as she took the business license from Mr. Lau whose attitude changed from arrogant to humble.

Happiness came so suddenly that she was a little confused.

Not long ago, this little leader was so impatient that he wanted her to wait until the end of the world. It has not been long before he took the initiative to deliver what she needed. Someone must have helped her.

Thinking of this, Margery narrowed her charming eyes and asked tentatively, "Did Melvin, Mr. Collins call you?"

Ahem, what Melvin!

Mr. Lau almost shouted but remembered Golden's instructions before he left and could only swallow his pride and keep quiet.

Seeing the other party's constipated look, Margery immediately concluded that the person who helped her was no one but Melvin.

It could only be that guy who fooled around all the time and made others mad as soon as he spoke.

Margery gave a sympathetic look to Mr. Lau and slightly squeezed the business license in her hand, taking a load off her mind. She turned and walked away briskly.

In order to thank Melvin for helping her selflessly for so many years, she decided to treat him to dinner tonight.

*

At night, Margery and Melvin sat in an elegant and quiet restaurant.

Margery drank in a good mood at first and joked with Melvin.

But after drinking her fifth glass, she had a low mood and sighed while supporting her chin. There was vague uncertainty in her eyes. "Brother Melvin, after the hospital builds reputation, will Golden come to my small hospital for treatment?"

Melvin snatched the half-empty bottle of alcohol from her hand and poured it for himself. He held his head up and drank more than half of it. Seeing how drunk and uncomfortable she was based on her frown, he shook his head in disappointment. "He'll definitely come! Don't worry! Leave it to me! If he doesn't come, I'll hold him at gunpoint and force him to come. Weren't you confident during the day? How come you are discouraged after a few drinks at night?"

"I'm not discouraged!"

Margery smiled bitterly. She held her head up and forced back the mist over her eyes. "I just thought of Andrew and remembered that he killed my little boy with his own hands. I can't control my hatred. I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself that I would stab him and kill him when I give him treatment."

Melvin stopped in his tracks, as he was about to pick up vegetables, and felt pain and chills somewhere below his abdomen. He smacked his lips and said, "Don't! Control your hand! You would be going easy on him if you killed him with a single cut. You need to at least tear him to pieces!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Margery frowned and took a sip of dark beer. Her red lips moved slightly, "Um... I'm going to the washroom."

She stood up and wandered along the wide corridor to the washroom on the second floor.

When she arrived, she found that there was a long line because today was a weekend, so there were a lot of couples eating out for their dates. It looked like there were at least thirty people in line.

Afraid that she could not hold it, Margery took a deep breath and staggered to the third floor.

Different from the hustle and bustle on the first and second floors, this floor was terribly quiet. It was composed of private rooms, which were probably prepared for powerful officials.

Such luxurious private rooms must be equipped with ensuite washrooms.

Margery drank too much alcohol and felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Her abdomen hurt, and she could not hold it anymore. She found the nearest private room and glanced inside. When she saw no one in the room, she snuck in and flowed the signs to the washroom door while feeling weakness in her legs. Just as she opened the door, she was stunned.

There was someone inside; it was a tall man. His back faced her, and he was focusing on running water from the tap.

He wore the standard white dress shirt and dress pants, befitting his social class. His legs were long—very long.