Luke scratched his head. Margaret was a real widow, but Natasha was not.
Besides, Natasha is actually not small...
I can only say that Director Sai has been a little obsessed with his work these past two days since he took office, and he associates everything he hears with superheroes.
Luke, who was traveling alone, was too lazy to drive, so he walked out of Nassau County and took a taxi to Queens.
When they arrived at the agreed riverside cafe under the north end of the Brooklyn Bridge, Margaret stood up more than 20 meters away and waved to him happily.
There are basically no poor people who can drink coffee under the bridge in this bustling metropolis during the afternoon working hours.
But this little widow in a white dress and a wide-brimmed sun hat still attracted the attention of many people, both men and women.
If a man like Luke, who wears casual work clothes, is what most working-class people can look forward to.
People like Margaret are the kind of people that petty bourgeois ladies dream of becoming.
It's not just because the clothes she wears are luxury goods, but more importantly, her temperament is clearly different from that of ordinary people.
Of course, according to Luke's understanding, this is actually a dressing effect that can be achieved in daily life by a woman who does not have to worry about money and work convenience.
Take the hat for example, who would wear it as an office worker? There is no place to put it in the cubicle.
As expected, when he came to Margaret's side, a bunch of men nearby cast envious and jealous looks at him.
After all, judging from his appearance, he looks like a young hunk who was lucky enough to hook up with a rich lady.
A handsome face cannot offset the malicious speculation from people of the same kind. It will only make other men more certain that "this guy is just relying on his looks to make a living."
Especially when Margaret waved her little hands and had a bright smile on her face that was completely genuine, she looked more like a young lady who had been bewitched.
Reality is not an online novel. No brain-deficient person will suddenly jump out to seek a sense of existence.
Men who had been interested in Margaret had approached her before and had all failed.
Now these men can barely find an excuse for themselves: their failure is excusable when they meet a woman who only looks at her face.
Luke was already used to all kinds of looks, so he walked to Margaret's side without a care in the world and gestured, "Change seats."
Margaret smiled and was stunned: "Huh?"
Luke explained considerately: "It's convenient for conversation. It's too close to other people here."
Margaret thought it made perfect sense, nodded repeatedly, picked up her bag and hat and left.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: This guy... is really naive.
He raised his hand and called the waitress next to him, explained to her the matter of moving the seat, and went over to place the order.
Margaret had reached the edge of the room. She turned around and realized that Luke had just run away without even saying hello. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.
Luke looked at her like a child making a mistake and laughed in his heart: "What would you like to drink? I'll treat you this time."
Margaret's thoughts involuntarily turned to what to drink: "That... freshly squeezed orange juice?"
Luke nodded to the waiter to confirm, then adjusted the position of the chair to face the bushes, and sat down first: "Sit down and talk, Margaret."
Margaret sat down quickly and looked at him for a moment without saying anything.
Luke had to resort to the method of asking a child: "You said you wanted to talk to me about something, what is it?"
Margaret just remembered this. The joy of not seeing Luke for a long time quickly disappeared, and her face suddenly became gloomy: "That... is about Harley."
Luke: “Well, what happened to her?”
Under his patient guidance, Margaret finally told the story of her sister Harley fluently.
After listening to this, Luke took a sip of the coffee that was brought to him, and then asked tentatively: "Are you sure that Harry is not too busy with work and neglected to care about you, which caused your illusion?"
Margaret shook her head repeatedly to deny it: "Impossible. I can feel that what she cares about most now is not me, but the job that needs to be kept secret."
Luke felt her mental fluctuations and confirmed that she was not lying.
However, this does not explain the facts.
With Margaret's personality, what she believes to be the truth may be completely different from the real reality.
For example, when asked four years ago whether her husband was a good man, she would definitely say yes.
This is definitely not a lie.
But in fact, her dead husband was a gang leader with bloody hands.
After hesitating for a moment, Luke decided to go see Harley.
It would be better for him to experience Harry's mental state for himself than to listen to Margaret's words.
The trouble is, it's now uncertain when Hallie will be home.
She even hired professional servants to take care of Margaret's daily life.
From this point of view, Margaret's feeling is not without reason.
Even when Luke used smart kitchen utensils to make cupcakes, Selena dissed him as having no soul.
Harry had been away from home for a long time, so Margaret found it no surprise that he had fallen out of favor.
After thinking for a moment, Luke simply discussed the excuse with Margaret and then called Elena.
After making the arrangements, he called Harry and told him that Elena and Margaret were planning a party and he would go with them.
So he wanted to ask her opinion and set a time for the party in advance.
Under normal circumstances, what Luke did would definitely be abnormal.
But Margaret is relatively lacking in common sense and emotional intelligence, and when you meet her you really have to say hello to her guardian Harley.
Harley was a little surprised when she received Luke's call. After a moment of silence, she gave the time of this Friday night.
After hanging up the phone, Luke saw Margaret looking at him with admiration.
He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Margaret: "You are amazing. You lied to Harley without stuttering at all."
Luke: "…Because I didn't lie at all. I will bring Elena to your house for a party on Friday night."
Margaret's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great. We haven't had any parties since you last came to my house."
Luke thought for a moment and asked, "Doesn't Elena come to your house occasionally?"
Margaret waved her hands and explained: "It was just the two of us. There was no one else, no big meal, no yogurt cake you made, and not even any red wine."
Hey, how come the yogurt cake I made has become the standard for your party? He complained in his heart, but he asked, "Can you buy the cake and red wine yourself?"
Margaret lowered her head. "If I buy cakes and red wine for myself, wouldn't that be like what people say about fat otakus on the Internet? I don't want to become a lonely fat person."
Luke put his hand on his forehead and said, "Okay. As long as Harry doesn't object, there will be cake and wine."
Obviously this wealthy woman is not short of money, but what she wants is the atmosphere, not just food and drink.
Unfortunately, there are too few people in this society that Harry can trust, and Elena is not a very lively person.
If it were the energetic Claire, she would probably be able to take Margaret out for a great time and always keep her entertained.
But when he thought of Stacy, Luke decided to forget it.
Margaret was easier to deceive than Stacy, and he didn't want to see his sister jump into the Shura field.
No matter how bad a brother I am, I cannot dig such a huge pit for my sister.