Luke scratched his head. Margaret was a real widow, but Natasha wasn't.
Besides, Natasha actually wasn't young …
It could only be said that Director Sai, who had just taken office, was a little obsessed with work, and would associate everything he heard with superheroes.
Luke, who was traveling alone, was too lazy to drive. He left Nassau County and took a taxi to Queens.
When they arrived at the riverside cafe under the northern bridgehead of the Brooklyn Bridge, Margaret stood up and waved at him happily from more than 20 meters away.
Few people who could drink coffee under the bridge in this bustling metropolis during afternoon work hours were poor.
But this young widow, who was wearing a white dress and a wide-brimmed sunhat, still attracted a lot of attention, both men and women.
If a man like Luke in casual wear was what most working-class people looked forward to …
Marguerite was the kind of person that every bourgeois lady dreamt of becoming.
It wasn't just because she was wearing luxurious clothes, but more importantly, because of her temperament, which was clearly different from that of ordinary people.
Of course, according to Luke's understanding, this was actually the kind of clothes that a woman who didn't have to worry about money or convenience at work could achieve on a daily basis.
For example, which office worker would wear that hat? There wouldn't even be space in the cubicle.
As expected, when he came to Margaret's side, a bunch of men around them cast envious and jealous glances at him.
After all, in terms of his appearance, he looked like a little fresh meat who had been lucky enough to hook up with a rich young lady.
His handsome face couldn't offset the malicious speculations from his own kind, which only made other men even more certain that this guy relied on his face to earn a living.
In particular, when Margaret waved her little hand and smiled brightly from the bottom of her heart, she looked even more like a young lady who had been bewitched.
Reality wasn't the Internet, and no one would suddenly jump out to make their presence felt.
The men who had been interested in Margaret had already tried to hit on her, but all of them had failed.
Now, these men could reluctantly find an excuse for themselves: it was understandable that they had failed in front of a woman who only looked at looks.
Luke was already used to all kinds of looks. He walked over to Margaret and gestured. "Let's change seats."
Margaret's smiling face froze. "Huh?"
Luke explained considerately, "It's convenient to talk. We're too close to other people."
Margaret felt that it made sense. She nodded repeatedly, picked up her bag and big hat, and left.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was really … naive.
He raised his hand and called the waiter over. He explained to her about the change of table and followed her to take their order.
On the other hand, Margaret had already reached the edge. She turned around, only to realize that she had been so focused on running that she hadn't even told Luke about it. She was instantly at a loss for what to do.
Luke was amused when he saw her acting like a child who had made a mistake. "What do you want to drink? It's my treat this time. "
Margaret couldn't help but think about what to drink. "That … freshly squeezed orange juice?"
Luke nodded at the waiter, then adjusted his seat to face the bushes. He sat down first. "Sit down and talk, Margaret."
Marguerite hurriedly sat down, then looked at him blankly for a moment without saying a word.
Luke had to ask a child. "You said you needed something from me. What is it?"
It was only then that Margaret remembered. The joy of not seeing Luke for a long time quickly disappeared, and her face turned gloomy. "Well … it's about Haley."
Luke asked, "Huh? What happened to her?"
Under his persuasion, Margaret finally told him about her sister, Haley.
After hearing that, Luke picked up the coffee and took a sip. He then asked tentatively, "Are you sure it's not because Haley was too busy with work that she neglected to take care of you? That's why you're hallucinating?"
Margaret shook her head. "That's impossible. I can feel that what she cares about the most right now isn't me, but that job that needs to be kept a secret. "
Luke sensed her mental fluctuations and confirmed that she wasn't lying.
But that didn't explain the truth.
With Margaret's personality, what she thought was the truth might be completely different from reality.
For example, if her husband was asked four years ago if he was a good person, she would definitely say yes.
She definitely wasn't lying.
But the truth was that her dead husband was a gang leader whose hands were stained with blood.
Pondering for a moment, Luke decided to check on Haley.
Rather than listening to Margaret, he might as well check on Haley's mental state for himself.
The problem was that Haley wasn't sure when she would be home.
She had even hired a professional servant to take care of Margaret's daily life.
From this point of view, Marguerite's feelings were not without reason.
Even when Luke used smart kitchenware to make cupcakes, Selina had dismissed him as a useless soul.
Since Haley had been away for a long time, it wasn't strange for Margaret to "fall out of favor."
Thinking for a moment, Luke simply discussed with Margaret what he would say, before he called Elena.
After making the arrangements, he called Haley and told her that Elena and Margaret were going to have a party, and that he would be going with them.
So, he wanted to ask for her opinion on the time of the party.
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be normal for Luke to do this.
But Margaret lacked common sense and EQ, and he really had to ask Guardian Haley for permission to have a party with her.
Haley was a little surprised to receive Luke's call. After a brief silence, she gave him the time this Friday night.
After he hung up, he saw that Margaret was looking at him in admiration.
He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Margaret said, "You're amazing. You didn't stutter at all when you lied to Haley."
Luke: "… Because I wasn't lying at all. I'll be taking Elena to your house for a party on Friday night."
Margaret's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great. We haven't had a party since the last time you came. "
Luke thought for a moment and asked, "Doesn't Elena go to your house occasionally?"
Margaret hurriedly waved her hand and explained, "That's just the two of us. There's no one else, no feast, no yogurt cake you make, and no red wine."
Hey, why is my yogurt cake the standard for your party? Cursing inwardly, he asked, "Can you buy cake and red wine yourself?"
Margaret lowered her head. "If I buy cake and red wine for myself, wouldn't I look like a fat homebody? I don't want to turn into a lonely fatty. "
Luke rubbed his forehead. "Okay. As long as Haley doesn't object, there will be cake and red wine. "
Clearly, this rich woman wasn't short of money, but what she wanted was the atmosphere, not just food and drink.
Unfortunately, there were too few people in this society that Haley could trust, and Elena wasn't a lively person.
If it were Claire, who was bursting with energy, she would probably be able to take Margaret out to have fun and always be full of novelty.
But when he thought of Stacy, Luke decided against it.
Margaret was easier to trick than Stacy, and he didn't want to see his sister jump into the abyss.
As a brother, no matter how bad he was, he couldn't dig such a huge hole for his sister.
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