An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 158

Margaret snapped back to her senses and answered, “We’re going to hire someone to search for Mr. Xenos, of course. You’re more proficient in this area, so you’ll do it. I’ll handle the money.”

It was not until dinner time that Margaret returned to the Lewis residence. In order to keep Christopher from getting suspicious, she reluctantly went to the mall to buy some clothes and whatnot that did not cost that much money. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Christopher came back shortly after she did. She originally thought that he would either not come back tonight or come back very late. After all, he was with his lover. Why would he be willing to leave Megan and come back to face his “rubbish wife”?

None of them spoke at the dinner table. Margaret did not have much of an appetite. The food tasted like wax inside her mouth, so she put her fork down after only a few bites.

When she got up to leave, he suddenly uttered, “Finish eating before you go.”

She glanced at the half-filled bowl and stated impassively, “I’m not hungry.”

The man took her bowl expressionlessly and went up to her. “You’re not allowed to leave the table until you finish the rest of the meal.”

Then, he put down his utensils and went upstairs. Margaret did not want to listen to him, but his words were like a spell, tying her down like before.

The events of the past few days awakened the rebelliousness in her bones, and she wanted to go against him all the time. She even wanted to send the helve after the hatchet, but every time he used a commanding tone, she still subconsciously felt that she should do as he said. She really hated this damned feeling!

After siuing sullenly for a while, Margaret finally scarfed down the bowl of food and went to the backyard to play with the cat. Now, only playing with the cat could calm her fury.

A short while later, Elizabeth hurried to the backyard to find her, “Meg, Mr. Lewis is calling for you.”

Margaret replied sullenly, “I’m not going. Doesn’t he know to come to me if he wants to find me? Why should I go over to him? It’s not me who wants to see him!”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Meg… Aren’t you… a little too old to be having your rebellious phase? You’re twenty-two this year, right?”

Margaret was momentarily speechless. So, in Elizabeth’s eyes, I’m going through my rebellious phase now? I’m just exploding in silence, okay? I finally can no longer stand the humiliation after being oppressed for so many years and want to free myself, all right?

Elizabeth saw her stubborn look and could only inform Christopher of the situation. However, she soon returned to the backyard again, this time at a pace even more urgent than before. “Meg, Mr. Lewis said that if you don’t listen, he won’t allow you to keep the cat any more. He’s a man of his word!”

He’s a man of his word? Margaret felt both furious and amused. He’s a man of his word, huh? He’s always like this! He acts so overbearingly and high and mighty!

Taking a deep breath, she turned into the house and went upstairs. Christopher was sitting in front of the bedroom window as usual as he flipped through a book in his hand, making the stern aura around him seem a little more sophisticated. It was really pleasing to the eye. For a moment, she had the illusion of living peaceful and quiet days.

“In the future, can you stop bossing me around like I’m a subordinate? You’re the one looking for me, not vice versa.” Margaret stood straight, her eyes unflinching as she spoke to him.

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“What did you say?” he asked, closing the book to turn to look at her.

“I don’t want to repeat myself even if you didn’t hear me. Anyway, you just want to torture me, right? To me, it’s the same if I submit meekly or act like this. Thus, why should I make myself so unhappy? If you don’t like me, then make me leave your sights as soon as possible so I won’t be in your way,” she stated in a cold voice.

“Do you think I’ll let you go if you do everything I hate? It’s not that easy. You’ve always been hateful anyway,” he said flatly, getting up to pour himself a glass of wine.