An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 144

Allergy? He doesn’t allow anyone to keep a pet at home? I don’t care!

“Elizabeth, I’m the lady of the house, right? This is my house too. I don’t have to get his approval for everything I do in this house. It’s none of my business that he doesn’t like pets, and there’s nothing wrong with me doing what I like. Am I right? If he can’t accept it, we’ll sleep in separate rooms. I will take care of my cat in my room. It won’t bother him then.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After saying those words, Margaret hugged the cat and went upstairs while wearing a smile. However, she hesitated at the bedroom doorway and ended up placing the cat in the art room instead of bringing it into Christopher’s room. It would be fatal if he had a severe allergy to cat fur, and she was not so reckless as to disregard such a fact.

Elizabeth thought that what the young woman did was merely digging her own grave. At the same time, she could not fathom why Margaret, who had always been cautious, suddenly became so daring. She’s clearly going against Mr. Lewis.

In order to hide the cat’s existence from Christopher, Elizabeth ordered all the servants in the Lewis residence not to reveal it and even locked the art room without Margaret’s knowledge.

To her dismay, her worries came true. That night, Christopher returned to the residence all of a sudden. Elizabeth cautioned Margaret nervously, “Meg, please do not let Mr. Lewis know you have a cat in the house. He’s not always around, anyway. It’d be best to keep it a secret from him as long as possible.”

The latter had a nonchalant attitude. “Why should I hide it from him? It’s not something shameful. I can’t hide if he wishes to know. It’s similar like he knows everything about me, such as who I meet and what I do when I go out. He might have already known that I have found and brought a cat home.”

Elizabeth heaved a long sigh of disapproval before hurrying downstairs to prepare dinner.

Margaret no longer avoided Christopher and followed her downstairs. Although she still felt wretched at the mere sight of him, she had no intention to hide from him anymore. It was pointless to live in fear.

Just as she arrived at the landing, Fredrick walked up to her and uttered, “Mrs. Lewis, Mr. Lewis is looking for you.”

Hearing his words, she took a glance at the living room and saw Christopher sitting on the couch. After striding over, she asked, “Why are you looking for me? Did Megan complain that I tried to kill her today?”

A deep frown was seen between the man’s eyebrows as he raised his gaze. “Did you not see the news?”

Margaret steadily fished out her phone and searched the trending headline: Margaret Sullivan Admitted That The Miscarried Baby Was Not Christopher Lewis!

It was equivalent to telling the public that Christopher was cuckolded by his wife. With that, everyone would know that she cheated on him.

Once she was done reading the content, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket and queried calmly, “I have seen the news now. So?”

Christopher’s face darkened, and his gaze was so menacing, like a beast threatening to devour her. With an icy voice, he repeated, “So?”

Margaret shrugged. “So? You asked me to read the news, and I did. What’s next? You said that the child wasn’t yours, and now the whole world knows about it. Isn’t that good for you?”

Elizabeth was carrying the dishes out of the kitchen when she heard those words. That shocked her so much that she failed to grab onto the plate firmly. Following the abrupt sound of porcelain shattering, Christopher leaped to his feet and grabbed Margaret’s shoulders. “I dare you to repeat it!”

Margaret stared at the man before her with a countenance colder than ever. At that moment, she did not doubt that he would hit her because she knew she had successfully infuriated him.

Instead of feeling afraid, she was at ease. So this is how it feels when I no longer need to live and do anything with extra caution.

Seeing that, Elizabeth instantly stepped forward and yanked Christopher’s arm. “Why are you resorting to violence instead of talking things through? Mr. Lewis, you’ve never laid a finger on Meg before. Can you truly bring yourself to hit her? She is just saying this in a fit of anger. Don’t take it seriously!”