An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 178

It wasn‘t until after Margaret had regained her composure did she remember that she was to brew Christopher a cup of tea. She promptly brewed a cup of black tea and took it to the study. No sooner had she pushed open the door than she was greeted by the sight of Nina leaning against the back of Christopher‘s chair, the two of them looking so intimate that her eyes stung.

“I don‘t want to go abroad anymore, Christopher. Do you have a vacancy in your company? How about hiring me? My father will certainly have no objections if I work for you.” Nina was so close to Christopher that her every exhale ruffled the hair at the back of his head when she spoke.

“No, thanks. You‘re the only daughter of the Moore family, so hurry up and help your father instead. In the future, you‘ll be inheriting your family‘s company. Why would you come to my company? Besides, there‘s no vacancy in my company all year round. All right, go on out. I‘m busy,” Christopher replied as he looked at the work emails on his computer.

It was as though he didn‘t notice anything amiss.

“Fine, fine, I won‘t disturb you any further. But then, don‘t kick me out either. I‘m so bored. Carry on with your work. I‘ll just sit at the side and look on.” Shifting a

Margaret went over with the cup of black tea and placed it beside Christopher sedately. “Here!”

When her words rang out, even she herself was shocked. Why did I speak so loudly? But I don‘t think I deliberately raised my voice... NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Christopher turned and eyed her in puzzlement. “What‘s wrong?”

Red splotches stained Margaret‘s face even as mortification set in. “Nothing. I‘m going to bed. Don’t make so much noise when you return to the room later. I won‘t be able to go back to sleep if you wake

me up.”

Christopher nodded in acquiescence before turning his gaze back to his emails. Picking up the cup of black tea, he took a sip and commented, “It‘s a bit too steep. Next time, have Elizabeth brew it instead.”

Margaret said nothing, rolling her eyes inwardly. She then spun on her heels and

left. You should be thankful that I even bothered to brew you a cup of tea! Yet, you‘re nitpicking!

Only when she had gone back to the room did she realize that her heart was racing. Why was my reaction so strange in the study earlier? I‘ve never cared about the hordes of women flitting around him in the past. C–Could it be that I‘m now afraid after the incident with Megan? I really don‘t want to fight for him, but I‘ll still end up being a target. So that‘s the only plausible reason, no? Before he agrees to a divorce, all I can do is block off all the women around him who could possibly be a threat to my safety. This is only self–defense.Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, a series of knocks sounded at her door.

When Margaret opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Nina staring at her with a wide smile. Without giving her a chance to react, the latter barged right into the room.

“Christopher is busy, but I‘m bored, so I came over to chat with you. You don‘t mind, do you?”

Can I say that I do mind?

“Of course not. Have a seat. I‘m not feeling so well, so I‘ll be lying down.”

Glancing at Margaret, who was half–reclining in bed, Nina plopped down on a chair. “How did you suffer a miscarriage?”

Margaret stiffened imperceptibly, and she forced a smile. “Because of an accident.”

At that, Nina pouted in a show of sympathy. “An accident? Well, you should have been more careful. It was a life, after all. The Lewis family doesn‘t lack anything, but it‘s really a pity that the child is gone when Christopher doesn‘t have a child yet at his age.”

Margaret didn‘t want to speak of that topic anymore, so she stated, “I‘d like to rest now.”

Nina got to her feet and walked to the door. “Go ahead. Do rest and recuperate well. Otherwise, it won‘t be interesting without you.”

As the door slammed shut, Margaret frowned. For some reason, I feel that her final utterance seems to contain an implicit meaning. Or am I just too sensitive?

A while later, Elizabeth took Tabby away. At a little over ten o‘clock, Christopher returned to the room. Margaret was still awake then. Noticing the weariness lining his face, she turned and gave her back to him, for she was of the opinion that she shouldn‘t be feeling anguished or distressed on his behalf.

“Elizabeth told me that you secretly ate some of the food,” Christopher uttered without warning.