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 exined, 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 ess 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 miscalcted.


    Adopting an air of nonchnce, 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 constetions, 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 noisesing 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.


    It was her first time having such a direct view of his body. Though not particrly muscr, his physique


    was nevertheless well–defined, and there was unmistakable power in those sinewy muscles.


    She watched him for a moment longer and failed to tear her gaze away when Christopher turned around


    suddenly and locked eyes with her.


    Caught like a deer in headlights, she did the only thing she could think of and snapped her eyes shut. No


    matter how hard she tried, however, she could not calm her thumping heart and rapid breathing.


    Christopher‘s expression was unreadable as he buttoned up the shirt he just put on. Wordlessly, he left


    the room, shutting the door with a note of finality.


    Margaret let out a sigh of relief. The blush on her face, however, lingered long after he was gone.


    Unused to the bed, she tossed and turned throughout the night. Despite her exhaustion, her mind


    remained perfectly clear. It was a ssic case of insomnia.


    Her phone abruptly started buzzing with an iing call. She gaped slightly at the caller‘s name


    disyed on the screen. Why is Christopher calling me at this hour? Isn‘t he with that woman?


    Dubiously, she took the call. “Hello?”


    A stranger‘s voice came from the other end of the line. “Hello? Is this Christopher‘s missus? He‘s drunk.


    Would you be able toe and get him?” the man said.


    Missus? Her heart skipped a beat at the title. Regardless, she wondered if this was a prank call. “What


    do you mean? Where is he?” she asked puzzledly,


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    There was a lot of background noise, and it took her a while to understand what the man was saying.


    Apparently, they were at a bar.


    After ending the call, Margaret got up and draped a coat over her shoulders before heading to Fredrick‘s


    quarters. She had no choice but to wake him up as she did not


    have a driver‘s license and hence was unable to pick Christopher up by herself.


    Upon reaching the ce, Margaret got off the car. She could spot the group from afar. Besides


    Christopher, who waspletely inebriated, she also saw two other men standing on either side of him.


    Though they were her husband‘s friends, she had never met them before, as she was not involved in


    Christopher‘s social circle. It‘s true that birds of a feather flock together. Appearance–wise, his friends


    are both tall, dark, and handsome just like him.


    “Oh, hey,” Steven Jones called when he saw her. He regarded Margaret with a note of approval, though


    his tone also carried a note of hesitation as he said, “Christopher sure knows how to keep a secret. He


    only told us that he married a girl after he got wasted. I never would‘ve pegged him for one who goes


    after the pure and innocent type. Are you the girl he adopted?“