An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 30

“I‘m Margaret‘s husband,” the man said.

Back at the Lewis residence, Margaret‘s first reaction after walking into the living room was to see whether Christopher had returned.

Seeing how cautious Margaret was, Elizabeth couldn‘t help but chuckle. “Mr. Lewis isn‘t home yet.”

Margaret let out a relieved sigh. “He said he‘s coming home for dinner tonight.” Usually, he would‘ve reached home earlier than me... ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After she took a shower, Christopher was already seated at the dining table. His hair was damp, and he was already dressed in loungewear. Apparently, he already showered as well, according to his usual routine after returning home.

Margaret sat across from Christopher and picked up her fork to eat her meal in silence. Christopher‘s phone rang right when Margaret took a piece of food and consumed it.

Christopher picked up the phone and glanced at it, but he did not answer the call and switched it off instead. Margaret was quite shocked by his actions, as it was rare to see him do that.

After they finished their meal, Margaret suggested in a testing tone, “I‘ll help you dry your hair.”

Christopher did not refuse and went upstairs before her.

Margaret felt slightly at ease and followed behind Christopher closely. After he sat down in front of the window, she took out the hairdryer from the bathroom and stood behind him.

As Margaret ran her fingers through Christopher‘s hair, she was pleasantly surprised. I had no idea a man‘s hair could be so soft. This is the first time I approached him fearlessly...

“Jodie can return next week, but not Jenson. You don‘t have to try so hard to please

me.”

Margaret froze. Does he think I‘m doing this to please him?It‘s because Elizabeth advised us to dry our hair as soon as possible after washing it to avoid catching a cold, especially in the

winter. I’m only doing it out of concern for him.

“Okay,” Margaret responded and tried to suppress the weird feeling rising within her while continuing her actions.

After a moment of silence, Christopher swung his hand and knocked the hairdryer from Margaret‘s grasp. Then he stood up and gave her a stony stare. “Did you miss what I just said? Jenson may never return to Dellmoor, no matter how hard you try!”

While Margaret squatted down to pick up the hairdryer, she bit her lips and uttered, “When are we filing for divorce? The crisis that happened three years ago was long gone.”

When Christopher heard her request, he gave her a deadly look. “Divorce? Do you believe I married you solely to resolve that crisis? I told you before that you can never escape from me! The punishment for your sins has only just begun!”

Margaret stiffened her body as she lowered her gaze and murmured, “Is this the way you take revenge on me? Imprisoning me and seeing your enemy‘s daughter every day... Did you do all this to retaliate, or are you just torturing yourself? Why would you do that to yourself? Even if you don‘t involve yourself in this painful cycle, I‘ll give you everything to repay for my wrongdoings.”

Abruptly, the man scoffed. “What do you mean by ‘everything?” What can you offer me? You have nothing, and you mean nothing to me!”

Margaret held her breath as she realized she could never escape from her current situation. It was already a blessing that Christopher only asked her to make up for her wrongdoings by dedicating her whole life to him. She did not have a choice.

“I‘m going to sleep in the guest room.”. With that realization in mind, Margaret got ready to leave Christopher‘s room as an act of stubbornness.

“I dare you to take another step.” At that moment, an icy aura enveloped Christopher and made Margaret tremble as if she was blown by the freezing wind outside.

She stopped and waited quietly to hear what Christopher would say.

A moment of dead silence later, Christopher finally opened his mouth and spoke. “You want to leave me so badly, huh? Fine, I‘ll grant you your wish. However...”

At that point, Christopher paused and moved his gaze toward Margaret‘s stomach before enunciating every single word slowly, “If you want to leave, give birth to my child first.”

A child? He wants me to give birth to a child that‘s ours?