An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 44

Christopher‘s expression turned even darker in the car after hanging up the call. “Start the car,” he ordered coldly. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

At night, Margaret drank some black tea Elizabeth made while chatting with her.

Just then, Fredrick‘s voice sounded from the doorway. “Welcome home, Mr. Lewis.”

When Elizabeth heard that, she quickly dashed into the kitchen and urged the chef to prepare dinner.

Meanwhile, Margaret acted like nothing had happened while drinking her tea on the couch. However, she suddenly recalled the scene of Megan and Christopher walking hand in hand into the restaurant. She was unsure what she felt about it, but she knew there was a thick fog enveloping her heart just by thinking of it.

After taking off his jacket and passing it to Fredrick, Christopher headed straight upstairs without glancing at Margaret.

During dinner, the duo sat opposite each other wordlessly, causing the atmosphere to go stale.

Elizabeth placed the final dish on the table with a smile. “This dish is called Patter Of Tiny Feet. Do eat more.”

At that, Margaret and Christopher placed their forks down simultaneously. “Have some,” Elizabeth said while scooping a spoonful of the dish into each of their bowls.

Not wanting to make things difficult for Elizabeth, Margaret started to eat. However, Christopher stood up and left the room.

Elizabeth was confused as she whispered, “Meg, did you fight with Mr. Lewis again?”

Margaret shook her head. “Nope. You can carry on with your work. There‘s no need to mind me.”

Elizabeth headed back to the kitchen with a sigh. In the end, Margaret still did not eat a single bite of the dish.

After Christopher went upstairs, he locked himself in the study and did not come out until midnight.

Margaret had gotten used to the bed and soon fell asleep. Perhaps the only way for us to pretend nothing is wrong is by living in separate rooms.

A thick fog was hanging in the air in the morning, and the weather seemed to have gotten colder. Margaret found another blanket draped on her when she awoke. Thinking it was from Elizabeth, she felt touched.

When Margaret went downstairs, Elizabeth had finished preparing breakfast. “Mrs. Lewis, please eat breakfast before heading to work. It‘s good for your health.”

Margaret knew Christopher must be in the living room upon hearing how Elizabeth addressed her.

“All right. By the way, thank you for giving me an extra layer of a blanket,” she replied with a smile.

However, Elizabeth seemed surprised. “It wasn‘t me, though. I did think of giving you another blanket seeing how cold it was yesterday. However, I don‘t have the permission to go in and out of Mr. Lewis‘ room.”

Margaret was stunned, for she had disregarded the fact that nobody could enter Christopher‘s room except for the housekeepers to do daily cleaning. If that‘s the case, who‘s the one who gave me the blanket?

Immediately, she turned to look at Christopher. He was leaning lazily on the couch while reading books, still in his pajamas. Although he seemed more laid–back and approachable than usual, she refused to believe he was the one who did it.

Cough! Cough!

Suddenly, Christopher coughed twice.

Elizabeth complained softly while heading to the kitchen, “Mr. Lewis must have caught a cold from sleeping in the study for the past few days. I‘ll go and grab him a cup. Mrs. Lewis, can you bring him the medicine later?”

Margaret regained her composure and followed Elizabeth into the kitchen. Then, she walked into the living room with the medicine and a warm cup of water. “Have some medicine.”

Christopher furrowed his eyebrows and ignored her.

However, she handed him the two items persistently. “You‘ll feel better after eating

it.”

Finally, he lost his patience. “Go away.”