An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 87

Megan was already feeling frustrated. When she heard Hannah taking Margaret‘s side, she bristled and declared, “Remember how you slapped me and stopped me from talking bad about her? She‘s just a piece of trash that you discarded, so she isn‘t even your daughter. Why are you siding with her? Do you feel guilty? You didn‘t even take care of her as a mother. There‘s no need to put up an act!”

Hannah‘s expression darkened. “Megan, if you say that again, I shall disown you as my daughter!”

This wasn‘t the first time they had argued over Margaret. Megan refused to continue the fight and exclaimed, “Fine, I‘m not your daughter. She is your daughter, all right?”

Her expression frosty, Hannah spun on her heels and stalked out of the room before locking Megan inside. “I‘ll only let you out when you calm down so you won‘t ruin my plan!”

When Margaret woke up, it was already nighttime. As she seemed drained, Elizabeth dared not wake her up and waited until she woke up herself before giving her a bowl of piping hot seafood stew.

The fishy smell of the stew caused Margaret to lose her appetite. “Elizabeth, I don‘t want to eat this. Prepare something that doesn‘t have a fishy smell. Did Christopher say when he‘ll be back?”

Elizabeth replied, “No, but he called earlier and asked you to give him a call after you wake up.”

Hearing that, Margaret pulled her phone out and spotted a missed call from him. She immediately called him back.

Meanwhile, Christopher was in the middle of a dinner meeting when his phone rang. This time, he glanced at the caller ID and made sure it was Margaret before getting to his feet. He apologized to his guest and went outside to answer the call. “What‘s wrong?”

Afraid that he was busy, Margaret went straight to the topic. “Are you on a business trip? When will you be back?”

Christopher glanced into the private room before answering, “The day after tomorrow, I guess. I have an important business meeting. If it isn‘t something

important, wait till I get home. If it‘s important, you can come here.”

After a brief deliberation, Margaret made up her mind. “I‘ll come to you now!”

The call ended, and Christopher returned to the private room. Inside, an elderly man with a potbelly joked, “I wonder who‘s the person who made you answer your phone in the middle of a business meeting.”

Christopher‘s lips curved slightly. “I‘ve left home a while ago, so my wife misses me. It‘s normal for her to give me a call. Silas, you‘re a henpecked husband, too. Stop teasing me, will you?”

Silas Ludwick patted his belly and chortled. “Brat, you‘re good with words, huh? I‘m no longer as healthy as I used to be, so I can‘t drink with you. My secretary shall drink with you instead.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The young and pretty secretary sitting beside Silas got to her feet and went to Christopher, but he pushed his glass away. “Silas, if you can‘t drink, we won‘t drink during dinner. We‘ve worked together for years, so there‘s no need to drink to complete the deal. Let‘s just have dinner together as friends.”

Silas flashed a grin. “I know you‘re a henpecked husband just like me. From now on, you can‘t tease me anymore! All right, let‘s eat now.” He chuckled.

It took Margaret around two hours to arrive at the city neighboring Dellmoor by taking the high–speed rail. It was ten sharp when she reached the restaurant Christopher was in. His car was parked outside,

and no one was inside. Afraid that he was in a business meeting, she waited outside patiently.

A cold gust of wind blew into her coat, and she started stomping to ward off the chill after a while.

Half an hour later, Christopher finally exited the restaurant with Silas, Noah and Silas‘ secretary trailed after them.

Margaret stood before his car instead of stepping forward to welcome him. She only went to him when Silas and his secretary took their leave.

Upon spotting her, Christopher was taken aback. He then asked in a seemingly nonchalant manner, “How long have you been waiting?”