An Impossible Marriage Novel

To his surprise, Margaret’s body tensed up as soon as she heard that. “It’s fine even if I’m sleeping in

the storeroom!” Christopher glanced at her, a hint of unfathomable emotion flickering in his cold, dark

orbs. “I asked you to sleep upstairs, but not my room. Ask Elizabeth to clean up the room next to mine

for you.” Having her thoughts exposed there and then, Margaret felt a little embarrassed. It was then

that the housekeeper brought the meals to the dining room. “Mr. Lewis, Ms. Sullivan, please enjoy your

meal.” Putting away the magazine, Christopher stood up and said, “Let’s eat.” He meant to invite her to

eat with him. For how long she had not sat at the same table with him, she could not remember clearly.

At the dining table, she lowered her head and ate the cuisines wordlessly. She only dared take the food

nearest to her. Christopher relished slowly in proper etiquette without making any large movements.

The spacious dining room was covered in pin-drop silence. Standing at the side was Fredrick, who was

heaving a sigh softly. He then put some food on Margaret’s plate. “You shouldn’t eat only vegetables.

It’s your growth spurt now.” “Thank you,” Margaret thanked softly. During the meal, she ate everything

Fredrick added to her plate. Thus, a dull pain struck her stomach, as she had consumed too much at

once. After that, Elizabeth had already finished tidying up the room. “Meg, you can check the storeroom

and see if I’ve missed something. I’ve carried most of your belongings upstairs.” Margaret stole a

glance guiltily at Christopher, who was sitting in the living room, before responding to Elizabeth,

“Thanks, Elizabeth.” It was only after he had gone back to his room that she went to the storeroom

discreetly and took out the gift box hidden under the bed. She then crept up the stairs and headed back

to her room. Unexpectedly, just as she arrived at the entrance, the adjacent door opened, and her eyes

met the man’s. Frightened, she stared at him with widened eyes. Her long lashes trembled vaguely as

she instinctively hid the thing in her hand behind her back. “What’s in your hand? Give it to me,”

ordered Christopher while looking at her loftily. Acting like a child who had done something wrong, she

caved in under his gaze after two seconds and stretched out her hands. Christopher opened a gift box

and glanced at the item inside. Then, he said, “Go to your bed now.” She knew very well that he would

not return it back to her, and she would not ask for it. In truth, she had seen it coming when she

received the gift, and so his response did not surprise her. Entering her room, she closed the door and

heaved a long sigh. When she recalled that the note from Jenson was still in the gift box, she crouched

down slowly and murmured to herself, “I’m doomed.” Just like any other parent, Christopher did not

allow her to get into a relationship at a young age, albeit she was already an adult. He was not her

biological parent. Perhaps, he could be considered a legal guardian. Christopher wanted to throw the

gift away, just like what he used to do for ten years. Surprisingly, he did not throw it right away this time.

As he recalled the terrorized look etched on Margaret’s face, restlessness surged in his heart. He

opened the intact gift box, and one thing drew his attention. It was not the exquisite bracelet but the slip

of note instead. His handsome face immediately darkened when he saw the note that read: I desire to hold your hands until death do us part. He snorted. Meanwhile, Margaret lay on her soft, comfortable

bed, unable to sleep a wink. She prayed desperately that Christopher would not notice Jenson’s note.

Nevertheless, she could not help but wonder what would happen if he did discover it. As she was

dithering, her phone rang out of a sudden. The phone was given to her by Christopher, and it only had

Christopher’s number saved in it. Without even giving it a glance, she had already known it was a

message from him. As she imagined the consequences of ignoring his message, she gritted her teeth

and unlocked her phone, only to see a short message that read: Come here. Her heart instantly

dropped to her stomach. Putting on her jacket, she dragged her feet to the door to Christopher’s room.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally reached out to knock on the door. A cold voice came from

within. “Come in.” She pushed open the door to see Christopher sitting on the chair near the window,

as he usually would. He held a cigarette in his hands, indicating that he was not in a good mood. Thus,

she dared not get any closer and merely watched him from afar. “Come here.” He parted his mouth

again, his voice sounding colder. Although his words were exactly the same as the message, it was

scarier when they were spoken aloud. Margaret had no choice but to bite the bullet. She walked toward

him and stopped before him. In the end, she dared not even make a sound. Out of the blue,

Christopher reached out to pull her into his arms, which caught her off guard and caused her to fall

sitting on his lap.