An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 120

Chapter 120 She was startled and muttered, “It’s medicine for my gastritis.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Christopher stepped forward and bent over to pick up the pill bottle, but Margaret snatched it up before he could. She remarked, “Let me do it. You’re heading out later, right? Come home early, and don’t overwork yourself.”

She met Christopher’s eyes and forced a smile, willing it to look natural.

Christopher narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Knowing her for so many years, he could read her every expression. He knew that she was hiding something from him but temporarily chose not to call her out.

Margaret watched him take a document and leave before finally releasing the breath she’d been holding. It was only then she realized that she had broken out in a cold sweat. After spilling the folic acid, there was not much left in the bottle. Looks like I have to make another trip to the hospital.

Shortly after taking the folic acid, Margaret felt a little hungry. However, she was worried that if she headed downstairs now, Elizabeth would bombard her with questions. Hence, she waited till it was late at night before carefully making her way downstairs. She then proceeded to cook a bowl of scrumptious- looking pasta.

As she held the bowl of pasta and headed to the dining room, she realized that it seemed a lot brighter than before. She was a little baffled by that. I only turned on one lamp when I came downstairs, so why is it so bright?

Just as she was feeling puzzled, Christopher’s voice rang out from the living room. “You’re still hungry?”

His sudden voice made Margaret jump in shock, and she spilled a bit of the sauce. It was piping hot and scorched her finger. She hastily placed the bowl on the coffee table, which was nearer. As she did so, more of the sauce splattered onto the table. She knew that Christopher must be looking on in disdain.

Keeping her composure, she grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up the spill. While doing so, she asked, “You’re back so soon?”

Christopher paused for a moment before he headed upstairs. As he walked past her, he replied, It’s already one a.m. in the morning.”

Margaret bit her lip and stayed quiet as her burnt finger stung badly. From her

perspective, one a.m. was still early. After all, she originally thought that he would not be back that night.

After finishing off her pasta and cleaning up, she waited for a bit before heading back to the room.

Christopher was in his pajamas and sitting before the window. There was a cigarette between his fingers, but it was not lighted.

Margaret stood at the door and suggested, “You can smoke if you want to. I… I won’t. be sleeping that early. I just ate, so I’m feeling a little bloated.”

Christopher threw a glance her way and placed the cigarette on a small table beside him. He suddenly asked, “Did Jenson approach you these few days?”

At the mention of Jenson, the atmosphere in the room became tense.

Margaret shook her head. “No, he didn’t.”

Christopher merely sneered in response.

Not getting a reply from him, Margaret felt a little flustered. However, since it involved Jenson, she did not dare to probe any further. She knew that if she pressed for details, it would most likely result in

another argument between Christopher and her.

The next morning

Jodie sent an emoji to Margaret, implying that she would do her best. After which, she puffed up her chest in confidence and walked into Quantary Corporation. As long as she passed her probation, she would be able to get a steady flow of income every month.

Seeing that it was almost time for work, she squeezed into the crowded elevator. Unfortunately, just when she stepped into the elevator, a beeping sound was heard. The elevator was overloaded.

Jodie did not want to be late on her first day. Hence, she fought to maintain a nonchalant expression on her face as she waited for others to get out of the elevator.

There were murmurs of dissent around her, but she ignored them. After a short pause, someone from the rear of the elevator stepped out and commented, “I’ll get out. It’s fine if I’m late.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Jodie turned in the direction of the speaker. Upon having a clear view of the man, the corners of her mouth-twitched uncontrollably while a crimson blush came over her face.

Steven stared at her with a steady gaze, a half-smile playing on his lips. Only when.. the elevator doors closed could she finally escape his intense stare. She heaved a sigh of relief. What bad luck! He is literally everywhere!