An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 113

Margaret nodded seriously. “Yes, I‘m sure.”

Christopher did not head out that night. Around ten o‘clock, he left the study and returned to the room. He sat at his usual seat before the window, poured himself half a glass of wine, and took out his box of cigars..

Seeing that he was about to smoke, Margaret got down from the bed and wanted to go rest in the guest room. She did not want to interrupt him and decided that this was the best solution. Before she even reached the door, he called out, “Where are you going?”

It had been some time since they last had a meal or spent time together in the same room. He had not bothered to find out what she had been up to in the past few days, Upon hearing his words, Margaret stopped in her steps. “I don‘t really like the smell of smoke. It‘s okay. You go ahead. I‘ll go sleep in the guest room.”

Confusion flashed in Christopher‘s eyes. In the past, Margaret had never said that she did not like the smell of smoke. After a moment, he chucked the box of cigars into the waste paper basket, walked toward the bed, and announced, “Let‘s sleep.”

Margaret was taken aback. She could not comprehend his actions. Did he just throw away the box of cigars because of what I just said? It‘s impossible that he did it because he actually cares about how I feel. He must have thrown them because he‘s angry.

She was dumbfounded for a moment. After she regained her senses, she went to pick up the box of cigars. The waste paper basket in the room was always clean as she only used the room for sleeping. “I didn‘t mean anything by what I said... I‘m sorry.”

Christopher took off his watch and put it on the bedside table without looking at her. With a slightly deep voice, he said, “Just say it if you don‘t like it. Haven‘t I always been telling you to do this?”

She remained silent. This time, it was not because she was used to being reticent. It was because she genuinely did not know what to say. Indeed, he had said something like this before, but she could not recall when he had done so. However, she never took his words at face value, so she dared not say whatever was on her mind. It seems that he‘ll actually take into account how I feel if I share what‘s on my mind...

It felt surreal when she lay down by Christopher‘s side. He was so cold and distant just some time ago.

Now that she thought about it, they only slept on the same bed on a handful of occasions during their three–year marriage. She was still not used to this.

Suddenly, Christopher turned over to face her. He pulled her into his embrace, and his hand touched her bosom.

When she realized what was happening, she instinctively pushed him away. “No. No, we can‘t. I–I have some issues.”

His gaze darkened at her reaction as he thought about how she had a few clandestine meetings with Jenson. He grabbed her wrist and declared, “This is your duty as a wife!”

He wasted no time and carried on. She could feel his anger, and her whole body stiffened in fright. “Christopher... please don‘t do this... I beg you...”

Her pleas did not have any effect on him. Ever since she found out that she was pregnant, she did some reading. Her current condition did not allow her to be intimate. Just thinking that she might miscarry

caused her to tremble in fear. With a teary voice, she choked out, “Christopher, I‘m preg..

Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Christopher froze and suddenly walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

She was afraid. So much as that she trembled. She was scared of me touching her.

The ice–cold water could not douse the rage he felt. When he came out of the shower, he did not even look at the woman on the bed. He walked straight to the study, crafted an email, and pressed the “send” button. He calmed down a little after he turned off his laptop. Does Jenson have to lose all his reputation before she‘s willing to stay by my side?

Naturally, the already icy atmosphere between them only intensified after that night.

The two of them left the house together the next morning. However, they avoided each other‘s gazes and did not speak to each other.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.