An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 89

She couldn‘t see what the rest of the message was, but she could already guess what it was about. Megan wanted to come to see him!

To compare the two, the hatred she had for Christopher was more of a feeling of helplessness, whereas when it came to Hannah and Megan, she simply hated them to the core.

She suddenly had a very evil thought on her mind. What if I replied to the text for him? However, when she picked up the phone, she realized it was locked.

She racked her brain. She had seen Christopher use a password somewhere else. Margaret thought that he probably used the same password for everything.

Deciding to try her luck, she keyed in the passcode. One, zero, two, seven.

The phone was unlocked. She texted back: Sorry. He‘s asleep. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Immediately, Megan called the phone. Margaret was already expecting this, so she had pre–emptively silenced the phone. When she answered the call, Megan shrieked, “Who are you?”

Margaret did not back down. Her voice was soft but firm. “Who else? Megan, when I was your age, I never did anything as shameless as seducing someone else‘s man. I can‘t believe your own mother supports this. There really are all kinds of people in this world.”

When Megan heard Margaret‘s voice, she sighed in relief. She thought that Christopher had actually found someone new. After confirming that he hadn‘t, she scolded, “You‘re the one who can‘t capture his heart. How is it my fault? Christopher excels in everything except when it comes to you. You‘re the dark stain in his life. He really should just kick you to the curb!”

Margaret buried her face into the blanket. She tried to lower her voice as much as possible. “Too bad for you but he would never do that. Save your breath. I‘m on a business trip with him, so we‘ll be together for the next two days. You can come and see him if you want. I don‘t mind. It‘s up to him how to react.”

Megan was furious. “Don‘t be too happy! I just had a small argument with him; that‘s all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even take a look at your face. Other people might not know any better, but I do. The person he hates the most in this world is you!”

Afraid of waking Christopher up, Margaret did not bother to argue with Megan any longer. Instead, she ended the call.

Just as she flipped open the blanket to come out, she felt a hand on her waist. “Since when did you learn to check out my phone?”

Margaret swallowed nervously. He hadn‘t heard her on the phone. He just thought she was going through it.

Slowly, she turned over and stammered, “No... I was just looking at the time. I can‘t sleep... As she spoke, she put the phone back onto the bedside table and cleared out the call log

Just as she was preparing to lie back down, he swiftly put his hands into her shirt. “I’ll –tire you out so you‘ll be able to sleep then.”

Margaret‘s body instantly stiffened. She was scared. “No, no. I can sleep! I just overslept a little the day before. You go ahead and sleep. I won‘t bother you again...”

Christopher said nothing. His hands didn‘t move any further either. She breathed a sigh of relief and stared blankly at the dark ceiling above her. However, what she didn‘t know was that Christopher had his

eyes wide open at the moment. From the looks of it, it didn‘t seem like he had just woken up from his sleep at all.

The next morning, Margaret woke up after having a nightmare, her body covered in sweat. The room was too warm, and she wasn‘t used to it. She got up to adjust the temperature. At this moment, the sky had just started to brighten. Christopher was still fast asleep.

She sat on the couch facing the bed and scrolled through her phone to read the news. After the night before, all the major news outlets were reporting about the factory owned by Jodie‘s family shutting down. The news of Dellmoor‘s third largest jewelry factory closing down made headlines. There were also articles about the huge debt they owed.

At that moment, she felt utterly helpless. She was watching as Jodie‘s family fell from grace, but there was nothing she could do.

Margaret raised her head to look at the man asleep on the bed. He seemed less serious when he wasn‘t awake. He wasn‘t gentle to others, nor was he cold toward her. This was his truest form and the one that she felt closest to.