An Impossible Marriage
Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Christopher went back to the Lewis residence after a few days.

Margaret had turned the empty room upstairs into an art room. She had spent most of her time in the room for the past few days.

Her hand felt tense, and she almost accidentally made a mistake in painting when she heard him walking upstairs. She halted in her move and decided to stop painting because she had already lost her concentration.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Elizabeth muttered softly, “Meg, Mr. Lewis is looking for you. He is in his room right now.”

Margaret glanced at her hands and clothes that were smudged by the paint. “Wait for a minute. I need to clean myself first.”

After removing her jacket, she went to wash her hands before returning to her room. She took a whiff to ensure she did not stink lest Christopher would be irritated.

She had been really meticulous and making every move cautiously since she was eight years old.

A faint tobacco smell filled the air when she shoved open his door. Frowning, Margaret asked, “What's the matter?”

Christopher stood in front of the window while enjoying the view of snow. He donned a well- tailored gray suit, accentuating his tall figure. Even his back looked exceptionally captivating. “There will be a fashion exhibition held by my company at six o’clock tonight, and your work will be showcased. It's up to you if you want to attend or not.”

My work? Is he talking about the wedding dress design that he had once guided me? How could the wedding dress be produced so quickly? Margaret agreed readily upon hearing that, “I'll go.” Covering his mouth, Christopher let out a few coughs without saying anything. After pausing for a moment, she asked, “Have you not recovered from your cold yet? Remember to take your medicine.”

Christopher turned around and looked at her. There was a hint of mockery in his gaze. “Don't ever think anything will happen after you slept with me once. No one knows if you'll be pregnant.”

A trace of sadness flashed across Margaret's eyes. “Even if I'm pregnant, it's possible I might not be able to continue the pregnancy. We've taken some cold medication recently, and it might cause the fetus to be deformed.”.

With a mocking expression, he answered, “It looks like you've done your research to : get pregnant.”

Margaret chose not to answer his question and swiftly changed the topic. After looking at the time, she said, “I need to get prepared first. It's better not to be late tonight.”

She heaved a sigh of relief after turning around and was about to leave. She was afraid to look into Christopher's eyes recently, regardless if he was being sarcastic or indifferent.

An hour of preparation later, Margaret stood before him and asked, “Are we going now?” Christopher sized her up and did not comment on her appearance. Margaret never overdressed herself. She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs. Besides, she wore a turtleneck sweater and boots with her hair cascading down her shoulder. She had a light make-up that complemented her exquisite facial features. Her cherry lips gave her a seducing vibe. All in all, she looked like a young, innocent girl, judging from her appearance. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In the car, they did not interact with each other. When they reached the venue of the exhibition, Christopher took great strides with his long legs, with Margaret trailing behind him. She was slightly panting after finding a seat. Christopher's eyes darkened when he caught sight of her plump lips. Right then, Megan's voice sounded. “Christopher, you promised me that I can sit next to you.”

He retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, “Margaret, take the seat behind me.”

Holding her breath, Margaret looked down, raised to her feet, and sat on a seat further away from Christopher. She completely ignored Megan, as she was only there for the fashion exhibition. Megan, who had an alluring figure, wore a black leather dress, a light gray coat with a pair of black boots. Conversely, her make-up style was different from Margaret's, which was simple yet elegant. Megan leaned her head close to Christopher's shoulder as if she was a cat waiting to be petted. “Christopher, you're so good to me. Aren't you afraid that Margaret will be angry?”

Christopher furrowed his brows when Megan lay on his shoulder. He gently pushed

“her away with his slender fingers and urged, “Have some care for your image.”

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