Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 172

She really did need a break. Ever since the studio opened, she’d been caught up in company affairs, always busy, never once complaining to her.

As she stepped out of her room, Wilma was already waiting with a steaming mug of hangover remedy.

“Mrs. Murphy, before Mr. Murphy left for work this morning, he insisted I make this for you. Did you drink too much last night? You must be feeling awful right now. Please, have some of my soup—it’ll help.”

“Whenever the mister had one too many, I always made this for him, and he’s forever praising it, says it works like magic!”

Wilma handed her the bowl, but Marguerite had no appetite. The lingering nausea from last night’s drinks made her stomach churn.

She regretted it every time—always swearing she’d never touch another drop of alcohol. But last night, watching Laura so upset, her heart ached for her friend. Falling for someone, loving them all that time, and having nothing come of it—it was cruel, especially for someone as young as Laura.

Still, Marguerite couldn’t deny there was a real gap between them. Laura’s insecurity was understandable.

Despite her queasy stomach, Marguerite managed to sip down the soup. Almost immediately, she felt her stomach settle and the fog in her head begin to lift.

She had to admit, Wilma’s soup really was a lifesaver.

“Thank you, Wilma.”

“Oh, Mrs. Murphy, there’s no need to thank me! It’s what I’m here for. Before he left, Mr. Murphy made it very clear—he said I had to look after you today, and not to let you out to work. He said you’re still not fully recovered.”

On her way, she called Leonard.

“Leonard, did you ask someone to keep an eye on me? Please, don’t make things difficult for Wilma. I’m the only one at the studio today, and there’s a lot I need to handle. Besides, I’m feeling fine now.”

Marguerite’s voice was firm; there was no room for discussion. When it came to work, she was always decisive—she hated leaving things unfinished, piling up for the next day.

“I’m only doing this for your own good. You drank so much last night, you should be home resting. There’s nothing at work that can’t wait. Honestly, you don’t need to go in.”

Leonard’s concern was genuine—he was worried about her health. But somehow, Marguerite never seemed to appreciate his good intentions. Instead, she called to scold him.