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Margaret looked at Julian in front of her and blinked. She wanted to withdraw her hands from his arms. "Margaret, you are so strong!"
Julian grabbed Margaret's wrist with one hand and rubbed his forehead with his other hand. He said in a hoarse voice. He sounded a little sleepy.
Last night had been a long night. He had slept too late and he was a little tired now.
Margaret looked at him and pressed her lips together. Then, she said in a broken voice, "Julian, you've treated me badly."
Her eyes brimmed with tears. As she spoke, she looked as if she was about to cry.
Julian turned and saw her pitiful look.
"Haven't you done crying for a whole night?"
Julian frowned, let go of her wrist, and wiped her eyes with his thumb. He said jokingly, "You look ugly now."
"Then why did you marry me?"
Margaret slapped his hand away. She didn't want his pity for her.
Margaret struggled to get up, but then, she slowly covered herself back with the covers with a groan.
