An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 37

Margaret intended to explain that Christopher was actually quite docile last night, but she was indeed tired. Thus, she thanked him gratefully, “All right. Thank you.”

When she returned to the Lewis residence, she entered the living room to see a charming man on the couch. She was surprised, as Christopher, the workaholic, would usually be out at this time.

Vacillating between greeting him or not, she pondered for two seconds before making up her mind and marching upstairs directly.

Seeing that, Christopher glowered in fury while putting down the magazine in his hand. In the end, he suppressed his anger upon seeing Margaret‘s exhausted look.

It was then a message popped up on his phone. He glanced at it to find that Casper sent it. The message read: I‘ve followed your instruction and sent her home early to rest. I‘ve also fired Gavin. Remember that you owe me a meal.

Without giving a reply, Christopher threw the phone aside. Had he known that she would give him the cold shoulder, he would not have asked Casper to let her off work early

Margaret immediately went to bed after arriving home. She was awakened by a call

from Jodie at around eight o‘clock that night. Upon seeing who the caller was, she was surprised. “Jo?”

On the other side of the phone, Jodie exclaimed in exhilaration, “Meg, I‘m back! I‘m at the airport now, and I‘ll be meeting you tomorrow! Are you free to meet up tomorrow?”

Without a second thought, Margaret replied, “I have to go to work tomorrow. I‘ll meet you after work.”

In fact, she had always been managing her time wisely. Hence, she knew very well what she should do at a certain time, and she would adhere to her timetable.

Never had she expected Jodie to return this soon. This surprising event made her instantly forget about her worries.

Just then, Elizabeth knocked on the door and reminded, “Mrs. Lewis, dinner is ready.”

With that, Margaret ended the call and responded to Elizabeth. Elizabeth would usually change the way she addressed Margaret when Christopher was at home.

The corners of Margaret‘s mouth were still curving upward slightly when she walked down the stairs, a stark contrast to the gloominess in Christopher‘s eyes.

Sitting at the dining table, Margaret savored two plates of pasta and relished a bowl of soup, as she had a good appetite at that moment. She pondered for a while before saying, “I have some matters to attend to after work tomorrow. So, I‘ll be coming home late.”

Christopher merely snorted coldly in response without uttering a word.

She paused briefly before adding, “Jo is back. I want to see her.”

Christopher dropped a sarcastic comment. “Really? Do you want to see her, or do you want to hear about Jenson from her?”

She held her breath, then stood up and said, “I‘ve finished eating.”

Christopher cast an icy gaze at her. “Did I say you could leave?”

Margaret stood rigid under his gaze. “Is there anything else you want to say?”

“You have to come back home on time tomorrow. If you can’t do that, don‘t even think about leaving the house.” Christopher stood up and strode upstairs as soon as he finished speaking, leaving no chance for Margaret to refuse his order.

She could acquiesce for other trifles, but she must meet up with Jodie tomorrow.

At that thought, she gnashed her teeth and followed Christopher. “Christopher, I only want to catch up with Jo, that‘s all.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Christopher stopped in his tracks briefly. “I‘ve asked you that question, but you didn‘t answer me. You only have one chance.”

Flustered, Margaret wondered what to do with him. Suddenly, she remembered Elizabeth had told her that she could please Christopher by acting compliantly.

Drawing in a deep breath, she followed him again. “I‘m sorry. Can you please let me go tomorrow?”

Christopher walked into his room and sat on the chair in front of the window. Taking out a cigarette deftly, he picked up the lighter and put it down the next second. He

turned to grab a book, flipping it open. In a vaguely annoyed tone, he said, “Are you begging me?”

Margaret walked to his side and stood there, replying, “Yes.”

Glancing at her, he said, “Begging me after you‘ve got on my nerves? Who taught you that?”

She did not know how to answer that question. Nevertheless, reckoning that she could not keep mum at that time, she asked boldly, “What should I do so that you‘ll allow me to go?”

Christopher countered with another question mockingly, “What do you think you should do to cheer me up?”

The impasse continued for some time before Margaret walked forward, took a cigarette, and put it near Christopher‘s lips. “I‘m sorry. I was wrong.”