Chapter 58


    Another person replied, “I am curious about that too! When I first learned about her rtionship with


    Christopher, I was perplexed. But after looking it up online, it cleared my spection. Christopher took


    care of her all these years, and they live under the same roof every day. She‘s in an advantageous


    position! With some tricks and pressure, Christopher will definitely give in to her. He‘s such a nice


    person, after all. Besides, she even had a one–night stand with the Swanson family‘s son. So, it makes


    sense that Christopher doesn‘t treat her well. She deserves it!”


    “Exactly! How can she be married to Christopher? It‘s absurd. She‘s certainly not the one for him!”


    “The higher they fly, the harder they fall. We‘ll just have to wait and see. People like her will not have a


    good ending! We are all worn out from working overtime, all thanks to her. If we weren‘t on vacation now,


    I would‘ve taught her a lesson. Who would have thought she‘s so cunning when she looks so taciturn?”


    Margaret had no interest in finding out who they were, so she left the restroom before the two of them.


    On the way back home, she bought a cup of mochatte with extra pumps of chocte sauce. The


    warm sensation emanating from the cup dispelled some of the chilliness in the winter.


    I don‘t know from whom I heard this, but they say if you‘re depressed, having a cup of mochatte will


    cheer you up.


    Margaret had just taken a few steps out of the coffee shop when she was halted by a Rolls–Royce that


    headed straight toward her. Instead of getting out of the way, she stood still because she knew only


    Noah would drive in such a reckless way. On top of that, it must be under Christopher‘s instruction. Since


    it was not the first urrence, she was not the least bit afraid.


    Upon getting into the back seat, she greeted, “You‘re off work early today as well?”


    Christopher did not respond to her, keeping his eyes closed while his slender fingers rested on hisp.


    That posture made him seem less overbearing.


    Margaret was unfazed by the cold shoulder. At the very least, she did not have to take a cab back home.


    As the mochatte slid down her throat, its sweet scent wafted into the air through


    her parted lips.


    Noah, who was in the driver‘s seat, was anxious. He wanted to remind Margaret not to drink in the car


    since Christopher loathed having lingering scent in the vehicle, but strangely, the man did not utter a


    single word till then.


    After a while, Christopher caught a whiff of the scent and frowned. “What is that?”


    Margaret looked at him with an innocent expression as she replied, “It‘s a mochatte.”


    The man did not respond, merely staring at her impassively.


    A thought came to her out of nowhere, and she brought the straw close to his lips. “Do... Do you want


    some?”


    Christopher was stunned for a moment. Before he knew it, he leaned forward and took a sip. The instant


    the sweetness spread in his mouth, the pucker between his eyebrows deepened. Truth be told, it was


    torturous for him since he despised sweet foods from a young age.


    All of a sudden, Margaret became aware of what she had just done. Did I share thette that I‘ve drunk


    with Christopher? And he drank it? Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Staring at the residue of her lipstick on the straw, she shuddered and retracted her arm. With both hands


    keeping a tight grip on the cup, she looked out the window, pretending that the earlier incident had never


    happened. On the surface, she seemed calm, but in reality, she was panicking inwardly. Should I or


    should I not drink the rest of thette?


    Christopher had no idea what was on her mind but was amused to see her holding the cup so firmly. I


    merely took a small sip. Does she have to feel so sad?


    When they were almost reaching the Lewis residence, his phone rang suddenly.


    After taking a nce at the caller ID, he rejected the call straight away.


    Margaret spoke feebly. “You can pick up the call. Just act as if I‘m not here.”


    The man offered no response, only shooting her a nce that seemed to say it had nothing to do with


    her presence. He solely did not want her to listen to the call.


    Feeling awkward, she shut her mouth. After they arrived at the Lewis residence, she got out of the car


    and habitually headed for the back entrance. At that sight,


    Christopher stopped in his tracks and said coldly, “Not used to the main entrance?”