Chapter 119


    Christopher arrived home just as she finished bathing. She paused in her tracks for a moment before


    subconsciously walking over to help him retrieve his slippers from the cab.


    “Spit it out if you have something to say,” Christopher ordered impassively as he stared down at her.


    Straightening, Margaret stared into his cold eyes. This handsome man in a suit was her husband, but


    she had never dared to look him in the eyes before due to her guilt. However, she suddenly had the guts


    to do so today. “There’s nothing. Put down your things, and let’s eat dinner. Oh, and I am going out this


    weekend.”


    She did not sound as if she was asking him for permission. Rather, it was as if she was making an


    offhandment.


    Noticing the difference in her tone of voice, Christopher furrowed his eyebrows. “Whatever,” he dered


    shortly before sitting down on the couch.


    Elizabeth chimed in to diffuse the tension, “Dinner will be ready soon. You both must have had a tiring


    day. Why don’t you rest for a while?”


    Margaret nodded and followed Elizabeth into the kitchen to make herself a cup of


    lemon juice. Since she was already there, she decided to make Christopher a cup of ck tea as well.


    Smiling, Elizabeth remarked, “Meg, Mr. Lewis probably thinks you like to eat seafood, as he had


    someone buy a sea crab. The crab looks strange, but it’s huge, so it must have lots of meat. It also looks


    expensive. He was probably afraid that you would grow tired of eating prawns, so he bought a crab to let


    you have a change in taste. You both should not always have such dark expressions on your faces. Let


    bygones be bygones. Otherwise, it will be you two who suffer in the end.”


    “I understand, Elizabeth. I won’t disturb you any longer,” replied Margaret, smiling back.


    Then, she brought the drinks out and ced the tea on the table before Christopher. She opened her


    mouth to say something, but she realized there was nothing she wanted to say to him. After all, they had


    a ten-year gap in their ages.


    After sitting down on a couch opposite him, Margaret searched whether she could eat crabs during


    pregnancy on her phone. ording to rumors, one would suffer a


    miscarriage after eating crabs. However, she never believed in rumors, only science.


    After confirming that she could still eat crabs, only in smaller amounts, she breathed a sigh of relief, as


    she was indeed craving seafood recently.


    During dinner, Margaret only ate two crab legs before she stopped and ate other dishes.


    Upon noticing that, Elizabeth asked, “Mrs. Lewis, is the crab not to your taste?”


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    Margaret shook her head. “No, it’s delicious.”


    Frowning, Elizabethmented, “Based on the number of prawns you atest time, this one crab should


    not have been enough for you. Why don’t you eat more?” As Christopher did not eat seafood, Elizabeth


    would have to throw the crab away if Margaret did not eat more. Being frugal, Elizabeth could not bear to


    waste food.


    ncing at Christopher, Margaret exined ufortably, “I’m not very hungry today.”


    As this was the only excuse she could think of on the spot, she could not help herself to a second


    serving. Thus, she was only half full by the end of the meal.


    After dinner, Christopher sat on the couch and yed with his phone. It seemed like he was waiting for


    someone’s call. Margaret knew that he was going out tonight, but she did not care who he was meeting


    or what he was going to do.


    Half an hourter, she poured a cup of water and went back to her room to retrieve the folic acid tablets


    she had kept hidden. Recalling how she had almost revealed that she was pregnant, Margaret


    shuddered in fear. Before discovering the truth behind the case, she did not want Christopher to know


    about her pregnancy.


    Just when she was unscrewing the cap, the door suddenly opened, and in her shock, she dropped the


    bottle of folic acid. The loose cap rolled toward the bed, and the tablets scattered all over the floor.


    She stared at Christopher nervously. He was standing at the entrance with a suspicious glint in his eyes.


    Feeling guilty, she dared not pick up the tablets. After a moment of silence, Christopher asked, “What’s


    that?”