Chapter 44


    Christopher‘s expression turned even darker in the car after hanging up the call. “Start the car,” he


    ordered coldly.


    At night, Margaret drank some ck tea Elizabeth made while chatting with her.


    Just then, Fredrick‘s voice sounded from the doorway. “Wee home, Mr. Lewis.”


    When Elizabeth heard that, she quickly dashed into the kitchen and urged the chef to prepare dinner.


    Meanwhile, Margaret acted like nothing had happened while drinking her tea on the couch. However, she


    suddenly recalled the scene of Megan and Christopher walking hand in hand into the restaurant. She


    was unsure what she felt about it, but she knew there was a thick fog enveloping her heart just by


    thinking of it.


    After taking off his jacket and passing it to Fredrick, Christopher headed straight upstairs without ncing


    at Margaret.


    During dinner, the duo sat opposite each other wordlessly, causing the atmosphere to go stale.


    Elizabeth ced the final dish on the table with a smile. “This dish is called Patter Of Tiny Feet. Do eat


    more.”


    At that, Margaret and Christopher ced their forks down simultaneously. “Have some,” Elizabeth said


    while scooping a spoonful of the dish into each of their bowls.


    Not wanting to make things difficult for Elizabeth, Margaret started to eat. However, Christopher stood up


    and left the room.


    Elizabeth was confused as she whispered, “Meg, did you fight with Mr. Lewis again?”


    Margaret shook her head. “Nope. You can carry on with your work. There‘s no need to mind me.”


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    Elizabeth headed back to the kitchen with a sigh. In the end, Margaret still did not eat a single bite of the


    dish.


    After Christopher went upstairs, he locked himself in the study and did note out until midnight.


    Margaret had gotten used to the bed and soon fell asleep. Perhaps the only way for us to pretend


    nothing is wrong is by living in separate rooms.


    A thick fog was hanging in the air in the morning, and the weather seemed to have gotten colder.


    Margaret found another nket draped on her when she awoke. Thinking it was from Elizabeth, she felt


    touched.


    When Margaret went downstairs, Elizabeth had finished preparing breakfast. “Mrs. Lewis, please eat


    breakfast before heading to work. It‘s good for your health.”


    Margaret knew Christopher must be in the living room upon hearing how Elizabeth addressed her.


    “All right. By the way, thank you for giving me an extrayer of a nket,” she replied with a smile.


    However, Elizabeth seemed surprised. “It wasn‘t me, though. I did think of giving you another nket


    seeing how cold it was yesterday. However, I don‘t have the permission to go in and out of Mr. Lewis‘


    room.”


    Margaret was stunned, for she had disregarded the fact that nobody could enter Christopher‘s room


    except for the housekeepers to do daily cleaning. If that‘s the case, who‘s the one who gave me the


    nket?


    Immediately, she turned to look at Christopher. He was leaningzily on the couch while reading books,


    still in his pajamas. Although he seemed moreid–back and approachable than usual, she refused to


    believe he was the one who did it.


    Cough! Cough!


    Suddenly, Christopher coughed twice.


    Elizabethined softly while heading to the kitchen, “Mr. Lewis must have caught a cold from


    sleeping in the study for the past few days. I‘ll go and grab him a cup. Mrs. Lewis, can you bring him the


    medicer?”


    Margaret regained herposure and followed Elizabeth into the kitchen. Then, she walked into the


    living room with the medicine and a warm cup of water. “Have some medicine.”


    Christopher furrowed his eyebrows and ignored her.


    However, she handed him the two items persistently. “You‘ll feel better after eating


    it.”


    Finally, he lost his patience. “Go away.”