An Impossible Marriage novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 

All these years, Christopher did not know Margaret had motion–sickness. 

Noah noticed Christopher feeling uncomfortable being blown by the wind and whispered, “Mr. Lewis, maybe we should wind the window up.” 

Christopher massaged his temple, his head aching at the cold wind. “Just drive the 

car!” 

When they reached the Lewis residence, Margaret hung herself to Christopher. Elizabeth took a warm towel and followed them to their room upstairs. “What happened? Mrs. Lewis normally doesn‘t drink,” she asked in a worrying voice. 

Christopher did not reply, and Elizabeth immediately took the hint. She handed the towel to him. “Mr. Lewis, please take care of Mrs. Lewis. I‘ll go downstairs.” 

Christopher nodded. He cleaned Margaret‘s face carefully as she raised her chin to cooperate with his movements. “Wipe it cleaner. He hates it when it‘s dirty... Quick!” 

Christopher froze for a while, a smile forming on his face unknowingly. 

However, it only lasted for two seconds before Margaret pushed him away. “I have to remove my make–up,” she murmured. Christopher was amazed at how she still remembered she had make–up on. 

Margaret, who was heavily drunk, refused to let Christopher help her. There was nothing he could do, so he stood behind and watched her clean her face. The moment her legs gave out, and she almost fell to the ground, Christopher reacted just in time and held her up. “Come, you should get to bed.” His voice was gentle without himself realizing it. 

However, Margaret did not give in as she struggled. “I haven‘t bathed! I need to bathe. You don‘t understand... Christopher is a germaphobe! If I don‘t get a bath, he‘ll despise me for sleeping in his bed–” 

Before she could finish, Christopher carried her off the ground and brought her to the bed in the room. “I won‘t despise you,” said Christopher. 

Struggling in his arms, she demanded, “I want to bathe!” 

It was rare for Christopher to be so patient. He spun and carried her to the bathroom. 

Margaret was not aware of what she was doing. She took off her clothes right in front of Christopher 

Christopher‘s gaze darkened. He looked away with difficulties and filled the bathtub with warm water for Margaret. Before the bathtub was full, Margaret stumbled forward and lay her naked body in it. 

The water level was rising, and Christopher had to steady her head so that she would not choke on water. At a close distance, he could see her long, curled eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes. He could not stop himself from touching her moist lips with his fingers. 

Feeling ticklish on her lips, Margaret frowned and turned her head away. Christopher froze as his expression turned grim. He disliked it when Margaret repelled his touch no matter under what situation. 

When the water gradually turned cold, Christopher wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to bed. Watching her face, which looked more mature than when she was a kid, he was deep in his thoughts. No one can steal anything that belongs to me! 

When he pulled the blanket over her chest, all of a sudden, Margaret grabbed his hand softly. Her small, bony hand formed a great contrast with his. 

She was mouthing something, but Christopher could not hear her. Hence, he leaned forward slightly.