An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 26

Margaret‘s eyes dimmed slightly. Instead of replying, she went over and put an arm around Christopher to keep him standing. “Thanks for letting me know he‘s here. Sorry for the trouble,” she said simply.

Steven wanted to say something else, but Casper Flemmington stopped him with a light shove. “All right, cut the small talk. Let‘s just help her carry Christopher to the car.”

When that was done and the car drove off into the distance, Steven‘s expression sobered. “Do you think that girl is the one Christopher adopted all those years ago? What is he thinking? I sure as h*ll didn‘t expect him to marry her,” he said.

Casper shrugged calmly. “Knowing Christopher, do you really reckon he‘d adopt the daughter of the man who killed his family out of the goodness of his heart? He might appear kind to others, but the truth is, he has never been an angel?

Steven fell silent.

Once they were back in the Lewis residence, Margaret strained to drag her husband into the bedroom, finally relaxing when she laid him down on the bed. Exhausted by the activity, she had to rest for a while before getting a hot towel to wash his face for him.

It was then that she heard his phone ping. After a brief moment of hesitation, she retrieved the phone from his pocket. She did this not because she wanted to know who sent the text, but because she was overwhelmed by a sudden urge to find out what was her name that he entered into his contact list.

Deliberately ignoring the incoming message, she clicked on his contact app. There were not a lot of contacts on the list, and she found her number almost immediately. The name on it was “Meg.”

An emotion too complex to name filled her heart. She had never thought that he would call her Meg, albeit only in his phone. Only Elizabeth had ever called her by that name. Even Fredrick referred to her only as “Ms. Sullivan.”

Margaret regarded the unconscious man in bed. He seemed to have lost some of his usual aloofness, no longer appearing as domineering as before in her eyes, Feeling her fear of him somewhat diminished, she put the phone away and tucked him in properly. She was just about to leave when Christopher suddenly reached out to grab her and pull her into his arms, “Don‘t leave..,” he murmured.

She stiffened in his embrace, too nervous to move even a muscle. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.

When he did not move for several long moments, Margaret mustered her courage to attempt to break free. As soon as she stirred, however, his arms tightened around her. – The more she tried to get away, the more unyielding his embrace became. Blushing furiously, she had no choice but to give up.

She was on the edge of sleep when something warm brushed against her earlobe. At first, she did not think too much of it, deeming it as an accidental touch. She was quickly proven wrong, however, when she felt Christopher‘s lips moving toward her mouth with intent.

Margaret turned her face away on instinct. It bothered her that he smelled so strongly of alcohol. Without preamble, Christopher rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. He looked at her with hooded eyes, his voice rough and deep. “Mm? Do you have a problem carrying out your duty as my wife? Don‘t tell me you‘re still thinking of preserving your chastity for that man.”

“No... That‘s not it...” Apprehensive, she pushed against his chest. “You‘re drunk...”

Christopher buried his head in her shoulder, warm breath falling heavily on the nape of her neck. “I can still do it drunk.”

With that, he laid his claim on her lips, and she could taste the alcohol on the tip of his tongue. The atmosphere was growing more heated by the second.

Suddenly remembering the woman who hugged Christopher‘s arm at the airport, Margaret snapped out of her daze. She pushed Christopher away. “You need to be

sober first!”

When I saw them at the airport, I could tell that he was gentle and affectionate with that woman. If he weren‘t so drunk now, he would never want to sleep with me. I don‘t want him to do something he‘d regret and hate me even more...

Clarity shone from the depths of those dark eyes. Christopher stared at her for a long time before growling, “Get out!”

Margaret shuddered. Leaving the bed at once, she straightened her clothes and rushed out of the bedroom.

Once she was back in the haven of her own room, she leaned against the closed door and exhaled visibly, thankful for the fact that Elizabeth had not yet cleared away the sheets and blankets from the bed after she moved.

Regardless, sleep eluded her that night, and she found herself tossing and turning on a bed that suddenly felt too empty, all the way till morning.