An Impossible Marriage novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 

Elizabeth nodded with understanding. “Of course, as it should be. You were gone for three years, and Meg has been staying in her old room during this period. Now that you‘re back, it makes sense for her to move in to your room. I‘ll make arrangements at once.” 

“It‘s time you address her differently, too,” Christopher reminded. 

“Ah, yes,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “I‘m used to calling her Meg, but I should be calling her Mrs. Lewis now.” 

Elizabeth headed over to Margaret‘s room and merrily told the girl that she would be moving, much to Margaret‘s confusion. “But why? Where are you going to take my stuff?” Margaret asked. 

“Since Mr. Lewis is back and you two are married, it‘s only natural that you and he share a bedroom,” Elizabeth explained, beaming. “Mr. Lewis isn‘t getting any younger, you know. Maybe the two of you could start trying for a baby.” 

Margaret, with downcast eyes, offered no response. He won‘t touch me, and there‘s no way we‘ll have a baby. 

Shortly after, all of her belongings had been moved to Christopher‘s bedroom. Margaret sat on the bed listlessly. She was not sure if she could get used to having free access to Christopher‘s room and using it as her own. 

The sound of the servants doing dishwashing floated upstairs. Margaret finally broke out of her musings and went to the bathroom. 

She did not expect to see Christopher still in the living room when she emerged from her shower. : 

Margaret was surprised. She had thought that he would be eager to leave for the hotel as soon as dinner was over. Hence, she deliberately spent longer time than usual in the bathroom to avoid having to watch him leave. I guess I miscalculated. 

Adopting an air of nonchalance, she went upstairs into his room. After drying her hair, she carefully slid into bed. 

An expanse of starry sky was projected onto the ceiling, Margaret stared at the constellations, lost in her own thoughts, Everything about him is so unique... I wonder what he was thinking about when he used to lie in this very bed. 

The door opened, and Margaret closed her eyes instinctively. She was not yet ready to be alone in the same room with Christopher as his wife. 

Her husband said nothing. All Margaret could hear were faint rustling noises coming from the bedside. Curious, she took a peek and was greeted by the sight of the man changing out of his clothes with his back to her. 

Her phone abruptly started buzzing with an incoming call. She gaped slightly at the caller‘s name displayed on the screen. Why is Christopher calling me at this hour? Isn‘t he with that woman?