An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 131

After dinner, Christopher retired into his study while Margaret lay in bed, examining the letter sent by “Mr. Xenos.” She had gone through its contents innumerable times. Other than evoking certain emotions in her heart every time she read it, it proved to be of no further use.

Just as she was deep in contemplation, Jodie sent her a message out of the blue. Upon opening it, she could not help but chuckle.

I heard that if you're having a baby girl, your skin's complexion will improve. If it's a baby boy, not only is it the contrary, but you'll also gain a lot of weight during pregnancy! How much weight have you gained recently? Can you tell whether it's a boy or a girl?

To be honest, Margaret had never thought about such matters before. However, as of then, she was intrigued.

She got up and took a good look at herself in the mirror but failed to see any changes in her complexion. Then, she weighed herself and discovered that she had gained almost two kilograms. Oh, no! I've only been pregnant for such a short while, and I've already gained almost two kilos? How much will I weigh during my third trimester then? No, I have to control my appetite. I can't go on eating as much as I please. It's not necessarily healthy of me to do that!

The door was abruptly pushed open as she stood on the weighing scale while gently caressing her tummy and replying to Jodie’s text message. She reflexively turned her head to look and saw it was Christopher. It seems like he's done with work.

All of a sudden, she recalled that the letter was still on the bed. Frantically, she tried to rush over to retrieve it, but it was too late. Christopher walked straight to the bed and directly picked up the letter as soon as he laid eyes on it.

Margaret's heart was in her mouth. Even if Christopher discovered the existence of this letter, it was meaningless because there was no follow-up to it.

The man's face fell as he read the letter. She strode forward and snatched it from his grip but did not know what to say.

Bringing up the past would affect not only her but also Christopher. That plane crash had caused both him and her to lose their loved ones.

“Did you go out because of this yesterday?” he questioned expressionlessly.

Margaret nodded while responding affirmatively, “Yes...”

Christopher narrowed his eyes; his gaze was cold as ice. “So? What did you find out?”

The young woman shook her head. “The address stated on the letter was not occupied. Since I couldn't find the sender, I can’t obtain any substantial evidence. I'll definitely get to the bottom of this. I don't believe that my father caused—"

Before she could finish her words, he interrupted, “That's enough! What “sender’ are you referring to when there's none, to begin with? Even if you want to clear your guilt, you should find a more convincing method! What's the point of cooking up such lies?”

Margaret was not scared of his outburst; she had sufficient courage when it pertained to that matter. “I didn't cook up any lie. Someone did send this letter to me! What if my dad was a victim as well? Don't you want to uncover the truth and punish the real perpetrator? If there's someone who knows about this incident in detail, it means that things aren't as easy as they seem!”

He grabbed her by her shoulders so forcefully that it felt like her bones were breaking. “You just can't wait to leave me—that’s why you want to free yourself from your guilt like this, right? I've told you before that I'll let you go once you've given birth; this is the only avenue! Since you want to leave so badly, I'll grant you your wish!”

As soon as he finished, Margaret felt her world spiral out of control. Christopher then seized her tightly in his arms and pinned her down on the bed.

A mixture of emotions came crashing over him, and he could sense the dreadful premonition of losing everything assault him once more. In the end... does she want to leave me too?

Margaret's heart was overwhelmed with fear as she stared at the man who went berserk. “Christopher, don't be like this... I'm scared...”

Alas, he paid no heed to her desperate pleas. She felt helpless, like a lone raft drifting on the raging seas, facing the possibility of being devoured by the tempest at any second.

Things finally quietened down after a long while. Christopher got up and walked into the bathroom without turning back.