TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEART FOR ME

CHAPTER 198 " From Your Husband."

That morning, when he woke up from his sleep, Margaret saw Harry was well dressed.

"Where are you going, Mr Harry??" Margaret asked with half-sleepy eyes.

"Working...." Harry said with a faint smile.

"What?? Working??" Margaret immediately sat down and looked at Harry's face as if she could not believe what the man who had just said 15 hours ago had become her husband. The sleepiness that he felt disappeared just like that somewhere.

"Yes. Today I have to work, there is something I have to do, very important, can not be delayed...." Harry's voice sounded as calm as the water. But in Margaret's ear, like a thunderous and earthy thunderbolt - sahutan.

How not, on the first day after they officially married, Harry instead of talking about their honeymoon, still valuing his work. Even her husband said her job was so important that it could not be delayed.

"It's okay, isn't it if I leave you alone here? You don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back from work." Said Harry again.

Margaret's tongue felt muddy, she was unable to say anything - what, perhaps this was her destiny, married to a man who was more concerned with her work. Margaret finally had to nod slowly.

"Bite first." Harry said in his calm manner.

Margaret got out of bed, took a neatly folded kimono towel over the bed Harry had prepared for her, and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, Margaret came out wearing her kimono towel, and immediately went to the table where Harry had been waiting for her to have breakfast together.

"Any bath?" Harry asked stalely, sliding a plate of bread and a glass of warm milk in front of Margaret.

Margaret looked at Harry for a moment. He turned his eyes to the breakfast in front of him. "I must hurry, lest you be late for work, Mr. Harry." Margaret was flat without looking at Harry's face.

Harry did not say anything else, he knew his wife was upset. The couple enjoyed breakfast on the first day of their marriage in a quiet and cold atmosphere.

"I'm leaving first..... " Switch Harry stood up from his seat, having finished his lunch. Margaret immediately stood up and pursued Harry's steps to deliver her husband to the door of the hotel room where they stayed overnight.

"Heart on the road......" Margaret tried to smile.

"Thank you......" Harry said and immediately went down the hallway to the elevator at the end of the hallway. Margaret flabbergasted. There was no good night's kiss, and no good morning's kiss, neither did the husband when he went to work. Margaret could not believe that Harry was so cold, and still did not care for him even though they were both married as they are today.

"What's my fault, Mr Harry?" Margaret muttered alone with her sad face as she looked at Harry entering the elevator at the end of the hallway.

He thought Harry would turn warm to him when they were married. It turned out that unexpectedly, the man who had changed his status to a wife was even reluctant to come into contact with her.

"Can't you forgive me for what you saw back then, this is your revenge on me..... Marry me, break my heart for accepting you as my husband....." Margaret sniffled, she shut the door tightly behind her. He could not help himself anymore, he cried so - so with his body drooping and sagging on the floor while leaning his back on the door behind him.

After crying for almost 2 hours, Margaret finally got up from her seat, she headed for the wardrobe to pick up a change of clothes.

Margaret was stunned for a moment when she saw the contents of the empty wardrobe. As he remembered, he did not bring a single piece of clothing to that place.

While the other wardrobe only has a wedding dress and Harry's bridal suit. There was no way she was wearing that dress, she thought.

"Mommy... mommy." Margaret came back alone.

"But how can I contact mommy? I'll call the hotel information service first...." Margaret rushed to the phone table by her bedside.she sat in the chair and pressed the information service number as it was on the phone list on the table.

"Hallo, I'm Margaret, Mrs Harry. From room xxxx. Please connect me to one of these cell phone numbers." Margaret then mentioned two cell phone numbers, her mother's phone and Harry's phone.

"Well madam, wait for a moment yes." A woman's voice from the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Harry, those two cell phone numbers you mentioned haven't picked up any calls from us yet." The woman at the other end of the phone returned to inform Margaret.

"All right...thank you....." Margaret hung up the phone and put it back on the table excitedly.

"If this is the way, I can - I'll be using this kimono towel all day until Mr. Harry comes." Margaret complained to herself. He looked at his face from the mirror in front of him. Those eyes still look puffy, and I was crying that morning.

Margaret turned on the television while lying back in her bed. That's all he can do right now. It didn't last long. Margaret came back out of bed, and walked back and forth in her hotel room, trying to figure out how she could get out but not use her kimono towel.

He does not feel like he is just silent. As a doctor, Margaret used to do many things every day, not just keep quiet as she is today.

Tok.....

Margaret turned to the door." Who??" Margaret asked in a loud voice.

"Concierge mistress......." Voice of man from outside.

Margaret opened the door to her hotel room. A man in uniform from the hotel was standing at the door.

"This is the safekeeping of Mr. Harry." Said the hotel official while giving some paper bags to Margaret.

"Where is Harry?" Margaret asked, looking at the hotel official.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know. I was just told by my boss to deliver this to you." The hotel staff was polite.

"All right... thank you....." Margaret received four paper bags from the hotel staff.

"Same - same mistress..... Excuse me first." Pamit the hotel staff politely. Margaret went back in, and closed the door. He took all the paper bags to bed.

Margaret took out the contents of the first paper bag. Elegant dress in banana yellow, looks so bright to the eye. Next, the second paper bag, contains high heels that are also banana yellow. Margaret shook her head when she saw some matching, banana-yellow underwear. What does this all mean he thought.

In the fourth paper bag, Margaret found an envelope of banana yellow. He immediately grabbed it and took out a piece of paper neatly folded inside.

In an hour, I'll pick you up for lunch, Mrs Harry.....

From Husband.