An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 66

Fredrick stood still as he turned to Margaret.

Margaret sat on the couch and flipped through the magazine indifferently. “Go and prepare a room for her, Fredrick.“.

Upon hearing her instruction, Fredrick ordered the housekeeper to prepare the room. Megan then glared at him. “He‘s just like a dog that knows how to read its owner‘s expressions after being raised for a long time. But, he isn‘t that sharp, as he doesn‘t even have the ability to predict who will be the lady of the house in the future.”

Margaret frowned upon hearing her words. “Megan Jenkins, watch your words.”

Megan replied angrily, “I don‘t want to. What can you do to me? Don‘t you understand Christopher‘s intention of bringing me home on New Year‘s Eve? The guest room is prepared for you.”

Margaret tightened her grip, and the magazine in her hand was a little wrinkled. “Yes,

I have no problem with you sleeping with Christopher here today. Please behave yourself before becoming the lady of this house. Also, I‘d like to remind you. Christopher doesn‘t like people who are too flamboyant, especially those who show off their power.

Upset at Margaret‘s words, Megan retorted, “I know Christopher better than you! Don‘t think that you know him well enough just because you‘ve stayed with him for a long time. You‘re just a sinner‘s daughter. Your father killed his parents! Christopher only keeps you by his side to torture you!”

Margaret did not respond to her words, as Megan‘s words hit right to her sore spot. Moreover, she did not want to show any emotion in front of an outsider.

Feeling that she had defeated Margaret, Megan went upstairs smugly and entered Christopher‘s room. Soon, the sound of things breaking could be heard from the room. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Upon hearing the sound, biting her lip, Margaret could not be bothered to check it out. Naturally, Megan would not smash Christopher‘s things. The most she would do was smash Margaret‘s skincare products,

After reading the magazine in her hand, Margaret was slowly overcome by a sense of drowsiness. It was already around ten o‘clock at night. However, Christopher was not

out of the study yet. Thus, she had no choice but to lie on the couch. I‘ll never go to the guest room on my own.

Taking out the latest magazine, Margaret was slightly startled as the first page of the magazine was the wedding dress design draft she drew. After going through rounds of refinement, the design looked amazing. The dress had been selected to be the highlight of the next exhibition. Also, her name was included in the magazine as the designer.

In fact, she was more interested in drawing than designing. Back then, she was eager to start making money to support herself, so she decided to go into the design industry.

Right then, just as she was about to sleep, Christopher finally came out of the study. He did not go downstairs but went back directly to the room.

Laughter and Megan‘s flirtatious voice could be heard from upstairs for the two full hours. Those noises irritated Margaret, and she began to sober up.

It was already dawn when there were no longer noises coming from upstairs. Fredrick then sighed and asked, “Mrs. Lewis, aren‘t you going up to rest?”

Margaret smiled bitterly. “Should I go to the guest room?”

Fredrick paused and said, “Of course not. You are the lady of this house and Mr. Lewis‘ wife!”

Margaret was slightly dumbfounded at his words. “But I‘m not worthy of that. position.”

Fredrick firmly replied, “You‘re worthy of this position, as he was the one who chose to marry you at the beginning. No matter what happened in the past, as long as you want to be Mrs. Lewis, no one can steal this position away from you.”

Do I want it? Margaret questioned herself. In truth, she did not have an answer for that. Even if she had that intention, she thought it was only because she was triggered by Megan.

Next, she got up and went upstairs. Upon reaching Christopher‘s door, she stopped in her tracks again,

Just when she was hesitating in front of the door, Fredrick had already opened the door for her, not giving her any chance to react at all.

She looked away reflexively and dared not look into the room. How should I react if there‘s an intimate scene?

“Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Lewis is not in good health. It‘s time for her to rest. Please let the outsider go to the guest room.” Fredrick sounded calm yet stern as if conveying an order as an elder.

Christopher was sitting on the chair in front of the window, smoking. He shot Margaret a sidelong glance without saying a word.