An Impossible Marriage novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

She sneakily stole a glance at Christopher. After making sure he wasn’t paying attention to her, she texted back: Who is this? 

She received a reply fairly quickly. The message read: It‘s Jenson. I‘m at West Haven Cafë. Do you want to come over? 

Subconsciously, she quickly replied in agreement. As soon as her message was sent out, she deleted it immediately.

She took some time to calm herself down before asking, “Christopher, can I go out to walk around? I’m kind of bored…’

Christopher was focused on what he was doing at hand. He didn’t even raise his head when he replied, “Go ahead. Don’t go too far. I’m sure you’ll feel pressured if I get Noah to tail you, so you can go alone. If you get lost, open your GPS. If you still can’t find your way, then call a taxi. Remember the name of our hotel.”

She was puzzled. How does he know I have a terrible sense of directions? After so many years, the only route she remembered was the way home. Now that they were in Jadeborough, she was like a deer caught in the headlights.

Margaret murmured in agreement and left the hotel. She stopped a passerby to ask for directions to West Haven Café. She was a little troubled when she heard that the café was only two hundred meters away from her hotel.

She began to think that it was a bad idea. If Christopher finds out, he‘ll tear me apart... 

After pondering over it, she decided to buy a face mask and lower her head all the way to meet Jenson.

As soon as she stepped in, she received a text from Jenson that read: I‘m right behind you. 

She turned around and saw him sitting by the window. His smile was filled with warmth as always. It almost seemed as if his smile could melt away the cold winter snow.

However, unlike before, he no longer favored white and instead wore black that day. The black suit he donned elegantly carved out his figure. Colors could easily change a person’s aura. Looking at Jenson now, Margaret felt that he had become a lot more mature-looking

Having not seen each other for three years, Margaret felt a lot more reserved when she went over to sit down. “Uh… How did you recognize me? I’m having a mask on after all…”