An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 64

Margaret stirred the oatmeal porridge in her bowl nonchalantly and did not respond to Elizabeth.

Christopher only looked for me all night out of duty because he felt a sense of responsibility. I don‘t think I‘m in a position to tell him what to do. If he‘s unwilling to come home, there‘s nothing I can do. Even if I go down on my knees to beg him, he‘ll only get irritated.

Meanwhile, the news continued to blow up on the internet. Christopher never gave a direct answer. He even took the opportunity to make a donation to build a primary school on the day before New Year.

When Margaret was going through the news, she inadvertently came across the latest news. It was an article accompanied by a picture of her in the hospital that was taken without her knowledge. She looked pale and lifeless on the hospital bed in the picture. The article called into question if Christopher had abused Margaret and landed her in the hospital. The piece also questioned the truth behind the warm image of Christopher. That was when Margaret realized the person outside the ward the other day was a paparazzo.

Subconsciously, she refuted the claim in the comments section only to be instantly buried by a huge barrage of comments from other netizens. Perhaps Christopher‘s conduct was never criticized in the past, and the comments on him were always a mixture of positive and negative. Even then, the negative comments were mainly fueled by jealousy.

However, there was one ID that caught Margaret‘s attention. That user drew great satisfaction from reprimanding the other keyboard warriors in the comments section. Although this user cursed and swore like the others, it was much more delightful to read.

If Margaret was not mistaken, that ID was the one frequently used by Jodie. Although Jodie did not contact her after the news broke out, there was nothing more to say for Jodie had already done so

much.

Margaret was a little restless when she helped Elizabeth with the final decorations. When Elizabeth saw that, she took the decorative ornaments from Margaret‘s hands. “Let me do it. This is how it is done. See how it fits perfectly? Now, go take a rest. You‘re still ill. Don‘t catch a cold. Give Mr. Lewis a call when you‘re free.”

Hearing that, Margaret did not utter a single word. She had no idea how to communicate with Christopher. With a ten–year age gap in between them, it was as if

they were from completely different worlds.

Back in her room, Margaret took her phone out and called Christopher. Unexpectedly, the call was answered immediately. Quickly, she gathered herself together and asked, “Are you coming home tomorrow?”

At the other end of the line, Christopher‘s voice was adenoidal. It sounded as if he was still asleep when he responded, “Mm.”

With just a single word, the call ended.

When dinner time came, Elizabeth said, “I‘ll need to be home tomorrow. Fredrick will stay. Some of the kitchen staff will be around too. If Mr. Lewis is back tomorrow, think of ways to make him stay, okay?”

Margaret nodded. “He said he‘ll be back. Not sure if he‘ll change his mind on impulse.”

“Don‘t worry. If he said so, he‘ll be back for sure,” Elizabeth assured Margaret.

The following day, the decorations outside looked exceptionally outstanding accompanied by the glorious festive vibe. Elizabeth had gone back home. Fredrick the butler was a person of few words. He only reminded Margaret to eat and take her medications on time after she woke up.

Margaret had no idea when Christopher arrived home. She texted Jodie a few festive greetings and chatted with Jodie for a while before she took her medications. As she felt drowsy from the effect of her medications, she took a nap on the couch.

The entire Lewis residence was cold and quiet till the night. The homes of the other families nearby were all lively and brightly lit with decorative lights. That was the kind of feeling that she had not felt for many years.

At seven in the evening, Fredrick asked, “Mrs. Lewis, do you want to give Mr. Lewis a phone call? NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Before Margaret could respond, Megan‘s flirtatious voice rang through from the doorway out of the blue. “Christopher, will Margaret be unhappy about me being here for New Year‘s Eve?”

Margaret‘s heart sank. It was New Year‘s Eve, yet Christopher brought Megan home.

“You won‘t come if you‘re afraid,” Christopher replied coldly with a trace of contempt.