An Impossible Marriage novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 

That‘s absurd! Margaret sneered inwardly before replying, “Are you kidding me? I was only eight years old when I joined the Lewis family! At that time, he was already eighteen years old and probably had a few girlfriends before. How would a teenager have feelings for a kid? Moreover, we got married because of what happened three years ago. It would make more sense to say that our marriage is just a show for public relations. We‘re still together because he knows that there will be tittle–tattle about our relationship if we divorce. He‘s probably taking his revenge on me by forcing me to be stuck in this marriage for my whole life. He hates me to the extent that he‘s willing to sacrifice the rest of his life to gain revenge. Hence, it‘s ridiculous to say that he likes me!” 

Hearing that, Elizabeth said straightforwardly, “Do you really think so? If Mr. Lewis really dedicates his whole life to taking revenge on you, it‘s more like torture to himself. He won‘t even bother to look at you if he truly despises you. If that‘s the case, he wouldn‘t have touched you!” 

Elizabeth spoke tactfully but Margaret was aware of the meaning behind her words. In fact, Margaret had noticed Christopher‘s intimate acts toward her a few years back, and without a doubt, his actions made her skeptical about his feelings toward her. 

Nonetheless, she ruled out such an absurd possibility when she thought of the intense hatred in his gaze whenever he stared at her. “Let‘s not talk about this anymore. I will feel it if he has feelings for me. Unfortunately, all I could feel from him is resentment toward me.” 

Elizabeth breathed out a sigh and fell silent. 

After a long tiring day, Margaret went to bed early and had a few dreams. Waking up from her slumber, she could not remember anything from her dreams. Instead, all she could feel was her sweaty and sticky body. 

The sky was beginning to turn bright. Getting out of bed, Margaret went to take a bath and suddenly felt out of breath in the closed bathroom. At first, she thought it was normal to feel out of breath in a cramped space, but she gradually felt more suffocated and lightheaded. 

When she came out of the bathroom, she swiftly took in a few deep breaths to soothe herself. It was at that moment she felt a faint throbbing pain in her stomach. 

A thought occurred to her. My period is late for about twenty days. Looks like my irregular sleep schedule is messing with my menstrual cycle. 

Recalling the pain a while ago, she blushed slightly and touched her own chest. Well, I can feel my breasts swelling. My period should be here anytime soon. 

After two whole weeks of continuous job hunting to no avail, Margaret started to accept her fate. Without the Lewis family, I guess I‘ll probably starve to death. 

Out of boredom, she randomly clicked on the website that she previously used to sell her paintings online. As she browsed through, she realized that her painting had been sold to someone. It‘s been half a month since the buyer placed the order. How strange. The person didn‘t even rush me for the delivery! 

In disbelief, Margaret double–checked the details and heaved a breath of relief when she confirmed the order to be true. Even though the pay was not a lot, she was still thankful for the income. 

She withdrew the money and transferred them to Jodie without hesitation, not leaving any of it for herself. That order subsequently gave her hope and motivated her to create more art in her art room. 

Seeing how focused and hardworking Margaret was, Elizabeth decided to send the meal to the art room for her instead of calling her to come downstairs for dinner. Christopher was not home most of the time, and he would only come home once in a while to retrieve some stuff and leave right away. As such, there was no need to adhere to the rules of having dinner in the dining room. 

When Elizabeth handed the plate of poached sea bass to Margaret, the latter rushed to the bathroom while covering her mouth and started dry retching. 

The nauseating sensation caused her legs to turn jelly. As she got up weakly, she was stupefied to see the aggrieved look on Elizabeth‘s face. “Don‘t worry. It‘s not that your cooking is bad. The food is fine. It‘s just that I don‘t like the fishy smell,” she explained. 

Elizabeth asked in confusion, “I don‘t smell any fishy smell. How is your nose so sensitive?”