An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 84

Margaret halted in her tracks as her eyes turned red. “It‘s fine, Jo. I‘ll ask for Christopher‘s help. Everything will be fine.”

Suddenly, Jodie grew agitated. “No, don‘t go to him! No! Don‘t you dare ask for his help. I‘m not the kind who sells their friends out: Remember what he did to you? Why would you ask for his help? Even if I die, I won‘t allow you to grovel before him!”

Afraid that she‘d kick up a fuss, Margaret played along with her. “All right. I won‘t ask for his help. Come on, let‘s go home.”

After sending Jodie back home, it was almost midnight. Exhausted, she trudged back to the Lewis residence. At the door, she realized the entire house was brightly lit. Christopher‘s back. He must‘ve rushed back as I disobeyed his order and stayed out until past midnight.

Drawing her clothes together, she headed in, ready to place herself in the eye of the storm.

Inside the Lewis residence, everyone was still awake. Both Elizabeth and Fredrick were standing in the living room. Upon spotting her, Fredrick sighed out loud but said nothing.

Inhaling deeply, she said, “It‘s fine. I‘ll explain everything to him.”

Elizabeth reminded her, “Mr. Lewis had a few drinks, and he‘s in a foul mood. Be careful.”

Margaret shot her a smile in response before heading upstairs. The bedroom door was ajar, and Christopher was sitting on a chair before the window. He was holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Smoke swirled around the room, adding a sense of etherealness to his figure.

He was still in his suit, so it was clear that he had only returned a while ago. Margaret went to him and poured a cup of tea for him. “Jo was in a bad mood and got drunk. I gave her a ride home before coming back.” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Christopher paid no heed to her explanation. He took a puff of his cigarette and asked icily, “Didn‘t Fredrick tell you that you can‘t leave the house?”

Calmly, she answered, “Yes, but he‘s just a butler. He can‘t stop me from leaving, so

this has nothing to do with him.”

After putting his cigarette out, the man announced, “You never learn your lesson, huh? Fredrick is getting old, so he should retire and enjoy his later years in peace.”

Margaret couldn‘t hide her shock. She had no idea Fredrick would receive such a severe punishment. “Didn‘t I say that my decision has nothing to do with Fredrick?”

Instead of answering her question, Christopher remained silent. Despite wearing a frosty expression, he seemed tired. Margaret knew there was no room for negotiation, but she refused to give up. “What do I have to do so Fredrick can stay?”

Christopher said nothing. He leaned into the chair and shut his eyes as his brows furrowed up.

Margaret knew she shouldn‘t be hasty, for he hated noise when he was exhausted. In a low voice, she uttered, “You must be tired. Get some rest, and we‘ll talk about it tomorrow.”

With that, she retreated slowly and went downstairs to tell Elizabeth and Fredrick to get some rest. She settled down on the couch and decided to spend the night there. That way, she would wake up in time

before Christopher was to leave the house. After all, she wasn‘t sure when he would leave, and when he would return here again. She couldn‘t afford to wait that long.

That night, Margaret couldn‘t sleep well. She roused when it was barely six in the morning. Despite feeling drained, she couldn‘t sleep well and ended up with an aching body.

Elizabeth also had a sleepless night. Looking spent, she got up and prepared some oatmeal porridge. “Meg, what happened? Why did you sleep on the couch? Did Mr. Lewis lock you out of the room?”

Margaret shook her head. “No. I didn‘t want to disturb him.”

Elizabeth parted her lips to say something but changed her mind and hesitated. Seeing that, Margaret said, “You can say anything that‘s on your mind.”

Elizabeth bobbed her head. “Last night, Mr. Lewis came home with a dark expression. He blamed Fredrick for allowing you to leave home and ordered Fredrick to leave right away, Fredrick is packing up his stuff now. Can you persuade Mr. Lewis to change his mind? He must have been overtaken by rage when he made that decision. Mr. Lewis cared for you and was afraid you’d end up in danger late at night. You should talk to him.”