An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 152

After they were seated in the private room, Leila took the menu from the waiter and passed it to Christopher. “Here, Mr. Lewis, you can order the dishes you like.”

However, Christopher didn’t accept the menu. He flashed a warm smile and said, “Have Margaret order the food. She knows my preferences.”

Leila felt taken aback but soon pulled herself together. She passed the menu to Margaret and said, “Here you go.”

Meanwhile, Margaret glanced cautiously at Christopher, feeling tempted to order everything he disliked. Sadly, because they were there for negotiations, she decided against doing something reckless like that. Therefore, she racked her brain and ordered all the dishes and alcohol she thought he liked.

Once the dishes got served, the gentle smile on Christopher’s face broadened.

Margaret was puzzled. What’s wrong with him today?I know he’s putting on an act in front of others, but something feels off. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

After some observation, she noticed how he had never smiled with his eyes before. They were always as cold as ice and without any emotion. Yet, his eyes were brimming with joy right now.

For the rest of the entire meal, Christopher didn’t cause any mishaps either. That made him more suspicious in Margaret’s eyes. He even signed the contract without a hitch, and things seemed to be going on too smoothly.

It was already eight o’clock at night when they exited the restaurant. The night breeze brought a done- deep chill to their bones. Leila asked, “Margaret, are you going home with Mr. Lewis?”.

Before Margaret could answer, Christopher instantly spoke up. “She’s my wife. Of course, she’s coming home with me. Ms. Black, would you mind giving Emily a ride home?”

Emily nodded and obediently followed Leila into the latter’s company car.

Christopher behaved weirdly that day, so Margaret was naturally afraid to go home with him. After Leila and Emily departed, Margaret straightforwardly said, “That’s enough. There’s no one else here now. You don’t have to act like a saint and be nice to me anymore.”

Christopher looked over at Noah, who sat in the driver’s seat, and asked, “Isn’t he someone?”

That made Margaret speechless.

Meanwhile, Noah felt uncomfortable with being caught in the couple’s crossfire. Wait. Did I hear that right? Did Christopher just make a joke?

In the car, Christopher closed his eyes to get some rest as he seemed exhausted.

Margaret gazed at the scenery outside. She felt at peace and was even missing

Tabby. I wonder if Tabby has eaten dinner? Is the backyard too cold now that it’s nighttime?

A sudden phone call disrupted her thoughts. However, it did not come from her phone – It came from Christopher’s.

He answered the call while his eyes remained shut. “Hello?”

Megan’s honeyed voice instantly came from the speakers. “What are you doing now, Christopher? Today’s my birthday. Did you forget? I’m at Zero Degrees Bar. Can you please come and accompany me? I told all my friends you would come. You’ll show up, right?”

Out of reflex, Margaret pinched the edge of her clothes anxiously as she eavesdropped but failed to hear Christopher’s answer.

She turned to look at him and caught him looking back at her.

They made eye contact for a few seconds before Christopher suddenly answered, “I’m tired, so I won’t be going. I’ll get you a gift some other time.”

With that, he hung up and put his phone down calmly.

When they returned home to the Lewis residence, Margaret headed straight to the backyard to see Tabby before even entering the house. She asked Elizabeth whether the cat had been well-behaved that day.

Christopher stopped in his tracks to watch Margaret pick up Tabby. He knew Margaret adored the cat from the way her gaze softened, Some time passed, and he stepped into the house without her,

When the couple was about to sleep that night, they lay in the same bed, but neither wanted to interact. It seemed like they were strangers who happened to know everything about each other.

When Margaret was about to fall asleep, Christopher’s voice abruptly sounded. “Does it still hurt?”

That instantly woke Margaret as she asked, “What are you referring to?”

He suddenly did not know what to say. After a short moment of silence, Margaret answered flatly, “My injuries from the car accident have all healed. The abortion was successful, and it stopped hurting a long time ago. Seeing as Megan is having the time of her life drinking with her friends in a bar, she must’ve gotten out of that car accident pretty much scot-free.”