Chapter 70


    Christopher went back to the Lewis residence after a few days.


    Margaret had turned the empty room upstairs into an art room. She had spent most of her time in the


    room for the past few days.


    Her hand felt tense, and she almost identally made a mistake in painting when she heard him walking


    upstairs. She halted in her move and decided to stop painting because she had already lost her


    concentration.


    The door was suddenly pushed open. Elizabeth muttered softly, “Meg, Mr. Lewis is looking for you. He is


    in his room right now.”


    Margaret nced at her hands and clothes that were smudged by the paint. “Wait for a minute. I need to


    clean myself first.”


    After removing her jacket, she went to wash her hands before returning to her room. She took a whiff to


    ensure she did not stink lest Christopher would be irritated.


    She had been really meticulous and making every move cautiously since she was eight years old.


    A faint tobo smell filled the air when she shoved open his door. Frowning, Margaret asked, “What‘s


    the matter?”


    Christopher stood in front of the window while enjoying the view of snow. He donned a well–tailored gray


    suit, entuating his tall figure. Even his back looked exceptionally captivating. “There will be a fashion


    exhibition held by mypany at six o‘clock tonight, and your work will be showcased. It‘s up to you if


    you want to attend or not.”


    My work? Is he talking about the wedding dress design that he had once guided me? How could the


    wedding dress be produced so quickly? Margaret agreed readily upon hearing that, “I‘ll go.”


    Covering his mouth, Christopher let out a few coughs without saying anything. After pausing for a


    moment, she asked, “Have you not recovered from your cold yet? Remember to take your medicine.”


    Christopher turned around and looked at her. There was a hint of mockery in his gaze. “Don‘t ever think


    anything will happen after you slept with me once. No one knows if you‘ll be pregnant.”


    A trace of sadness shed across Margaret‘s eyes. “Even if I‘m pregnant, it‘s possible I might not be able


    to continue the pregnancy. We‘ve taken some cold medication recently, and it might cause the fetus to be


    deformed.“.


    With a mocking expression, he answered, “It looks like you‘ve done your research to : get pregnant.”


    Margaret chose not to answer his question and swiftly changed the topic. After looking at the time, she


    said, “I need to get prepared first. It‘s better not to bete tonight.”


    She heaved a sigh of relief after turning around and was about to leave. She was afraid to look into


    Christopher‘s eyes recently, regardless if he was being sarcastic or indifferent.


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    An hour of preparationter, Margaret stood before him and asked, “Are we going now?”


    Christopher sized her up and did notment on her appearance. Margaret never overdressed herself.


    She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans that entuated her long, slender legs. Besides, she wore a


    turtleneck sweater and boots with her hair cascading down her shoulder. She had a light make–up that


    complemented her exquisite facial features. Her cherry lips gave her a seducing vibe. All in all, she


    looked like a young, innocent girl, judging from her appearance.


    In the car, they did not interact with each other. When they reached the venue of the exhibition,


    Christopher took great strides with his long legs, with Margaret trailing behind him. She was slightly


    panting after finding a seat. Christopher‘s eyes darkened when he caught sight of her plump lips. Right


    then, Megan‘s voice sounded. “Christopher, you promised me that I can sit next to you.”


    He retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, “Margaret, take the seat behind me.”


    Holding her breath, Margaret looked down, raised to her feet, and sat on a seat further away from


    Christopher. Shepletely ignored Megan, as she was only there for the fashion exhibition.


    Megan, who had an alluring figure, wore a ck leather dress, a light gray coat with a pair of ck


    boots. Conversely, her make–up style was different from Margaret‘s, which was simple yet elegant.


    Megan leaned her head close to Christopher‘s shoulder as if she was a cat waiting to be petted.


    “Christopher, you‘re so good to me. Aren‘t you afraid that Margaret will be angry?”


    Christopher furrowed his brows when Megany on his shoulder. He gently pushed


    ‘her away with his slender fingers and urged, “Have some care for your image.“