An Impossible Marriage novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

After a long time, Hannah spoke up. “Justin, if you don’t wish for me to be involved with Nicholas even the slightest bit or for me to reconcile with Margaret as her mother, then don’t ask me to look for her!”

Justin instantly deflated, but there was obviously suppressed rage and dissatisfaction in his tone. “I only want results.”

She took a deep breath and said, “There isn’t any result yet, but there will be soon… Just wait.”

For the sake of the Jenkins family, she deceived Margaret by claiming to be ill with cancer. In fact, she also said that it was all thanks to her that Christopher was giving Megan the cold shoulder so that Margaret would think it was her efforts that stopped Megan from remaining entangled with him.

As a mother, she felt unbelievably disgusted with herself and extremely disappointed with Justin, a man who was utterly useless other than possessing exceptional looks and a silver tongue. In the end, the survival of the Jenkins family solely depended on her, a woman.

The weather was slightly chilly that night.

Margaret stood in front of the window in the room, gazing at the night scenery outside. Her heart was all over the place. At some point, it began to drizzle.

When she saw the headlights of a car from a distance, she adjusted her clothes with her long, delicate fingers and turned to go downstairs.

A few minutes later, Christopher entered the house drenched. With a dry towel in hand, she walked up to him and remarked, “It’s raining, so the weather’s colder now. Don’t catch a cold. You should hurry up and take a shower.”

However, he did not accept the towel from her, nor did he even cast a glance at her. Instead, he walked past her and headed upstairs,

Without the slightest hint of awkwardness, she sat down on the couch and placed the towel on its armrest.

Not long after, Christopher came downstairs after his shower, Droplets of water came trickling down his short, black hair. As he passed by the couch, he casually picked up the towel to dry his hair. That little action of his gave Margaret the courage to

approach him once more.

Margaret dared not read too much into his question, so she chose the vaguest option. “For both reasons..”

Instead of giving her an immediate reply, he stood up and walked to the side to answer a phone call.

At the dining table, Margaret was so anxious that she did not even dare to eat too fast. Seeing as Christopher ate slower than her, she could not resist the urge to place some extra food onto his plate. Her main concern was that there would not be any food left for him when she finished.

Even though there were multiple dishes laid out for them on the table based on their usual appetite, the portions were quite small. Moreover, her appetite had been increasing as of late.

Noticing her actions, he assumed that she was just eager to receive an answer from him. Thus, he stared at her coolly and said, “I’ll give it some thought. You don’t have to be in such a rush to please me.”

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Margaret lowered her head in silence. I’ll ask Elizabeth to prepare a couple more dishes tomorrow onward so that we can avoid the awkward situation of there not being enough food…