An Impossible Marriage

An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 183

Margaret's face turned pale. Nevertheless, she curled her lips into a smile and said, “Only by boiling the prawns can we preserve their original taste. If you turn it into something too savory, we'll only be tasting the spices’ flavor instead, and that's true wastage. So, please make some stew, Elizabeth.” Nina threw a glance over without uttering a word. Elizabeth nodded and went to do her chores in the kitchen.

As usual, Christopher was making his way up the stairs to prepare for his bath. As he walked by Margaret, he asked, “How are you today?”

“I'm fine. Wait for me in the room after you finish your shower. I need to talk to you.” She decided that she wanted him to spill the beans.

Tonight will be a catastrophic night.

“All right,” Christopher agreed without any hesitation.

After he shut the door, Margaret walked to the living room and slumped on the couch. Nina was lying on the couch on the opposite side, as though it was her own house. She piped up, “Am I an eyesore for you, Margaret?”

Caressing Tabby on her lap, Margaret answered casually, “What makes you think so? You're Christopher's childhood friend. So, why would I even dislike you in any way?"

Nina pursed her lips and looked Margaret in the eye. “It's a woman's intuition.”

Margaret smiled in silence. Deep inside her heart, she indeed despised Nina, but it was not because Margaret was fighting over anything. She just wished to prevent women around

Christopher from posing a threat to her.

After a while, Christopher's voice came from upstairs. “I'm done.”

Leaving Tabby in the living room, Margaret got to her feet and went upstairs

Once she entered the room, she closed the door and went straight to the point. “Jenson and Waverly called off their engagement. They even got into a car accident.”

Suill in his bathrobe, Christopher was wiping his hair dry. Upon hearing her words, he became rather displeased, and he mocked, “Really? I didn't have time to watch the news, so I guess you were the first to know, then. Is it because Jenson is in trouble, so you're all enthusiastic about it?"

Margaret did not admit nor deny it. Instead, she interrogated, “Has it got anything to do with you? I mean the accident. Was it related to you?"

He stopped drying his hair and turned around to look at her. He was scrutinizing her. “Are you trying to say that I was the one who arranged for his accident?”

She did not answer him. They locked their gaze with each other, trying to figure out each other's minds.

After a brief standoff, Christopher's lips curled up into sarcasm. “If you say so.”

Dissatisfied with his attitude, Margaret played a voice recording on her phone. Listening to the recording, Christopher turned sullen as he questioned, "Where did you get that from?”

Margaret hurriedly kept her phone away. “You don’t need to know that. Just tell me. Is that voice yours?”

Christopher remained silent for a moment before blurting out, “Yes, that's my voice.”

Not a tinge of emotion was in his eyes. He was not remorseful, yet not a sense of righteousness came from him. Disappointed, Margaret realized that she could no longer read him. She had never felt that way about him in the past.

With that, she did not wish to continue their conversation. Hence, she spun on her heel.

Just as she reached the stairs, Nina screamed all of a sudden. Margaret rushed to the living room, only to find that Tabby had squeezed its whole chubby body underneath the couch. On the other side, Nina was pressing the wound on her arm, seeming to have been scratched by Tabby. Her eyes filled with horror as she exclaimed, “I-I was only trying to carry that cat. Why is it so aggressive?” Upon seeing that, Margaret knitted her brows. She kneeled on the floor and bent over to coax Tabby, “Come out, Tabby. It's wrong to scratch people, okay? Come on out now.”

Tabby looked like it was terrified to the core. Glaring daggers at Margaret, it refused to even budge an inch.

Infuriated, Nina thundered, “How can an animal understand you? It's your pet, not your son! I heard that this cat is a stray, so it's wild and aggressive. If it can scratch me today, then it might also scratch Christopher any other day. By then, he'll throw Tabby out the door!”

Margaret knew Tabby well enough. It would never simply hurt anyone, let alone scratch Christopher. She refuted, “Tabby will never scratch Christopher because it likes him. Maybe it's not familiar with your scent, and that's why it scratched you. Since you now know that Tabby doesn't like being close to a stranger, you should stay away from it next time.” She quickly added, “Even though Tabby has already received a shot at the vet, you better go get your vaccination as well. I don’t want you to come looking for me in case anything happens to you in the future.” Read New Novel