Chapter 179


    An Impossible Marriage


    Pans deluged Margaret. “1–1 didn‘t!”


    “Yes, you did. Why are you exining yourself? It‘s not that I don‘t allow you to cat the food, but you can


    only eat mild food for the time being. When you‘ve recovered, you can cat anything you like.”


    Christopher‘s voice was exceedingly calm, making it all sound no different from a casual conversation.


    Theck of his coldness in the past had her feeling very much uneasy.


    “There‘s no one else here, so you don‘t need to... act this way.” Margaret was trying to say that he didn‘t


    have to put on an act, for it would only make them both ufortable.


    By then, Christopher had her all figured out. Knowing that she just had to ruin his mood, he didn‘t bother


    getting mad at her. Instead, he even chuckled. “Okay. Go ahead and sleep.”


    After a moment‘s silence, Margaret started, “Uh... Do you mind giving me a bank card? I need some


    money. I haven‘t been to work recently, so I don‘t have–”


    Before she had even finished speaking, Christopher tossed his wallet to her. “Take one yourself. The PIN


    is all the same–six zeroes.”


    Picking up his wallet, Margaret opened it, only to see at least a dozen bank cards in there. She


    remembered that he mentioned a ck card back then, so her gaze snagged on one of them with a


    ck background and gold lettering.


    Inadvertently, she glimpsed a photo in his wallet. Why would he put someone‘s photo in his wallet and


    carry it around with him?


    She hadn‘t even the time to make out the person‘s countenance when Christopher abruptly reached out


    and snatched the wallet away. He took out the ck card and handed it to her. “Go to sleep.”


    Taking the bank card, Margaret couldn‘t resist asking, “Who‘s that in the photo? Your first love? I saw that


    it was a woman, but I didn‘t get a good look” The photo was taken from far away, so she naturally


    couldn‘t discern the person‘s countenance without taking a closer look.


    With his gaze fixated on her, Christopher arched an eyebrow and drawled


    +10 pearls


    mumkingly. “Yeah, that‘s right,


    At that. Margaret didn’t say anything further. Nheless, she felt a fad resentful. His for lone has the


    freedom to love whoever she wants, yet I can‘t do the same. He ruined the only prison / cuer had


    feelings for, Jenson, and even caused things to end up in such a wretched conditron


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    The next morning, Christopher and Nina had both left the house when Margaret received a text message


    from Jodie that read: Meg, my mother arranged a blind date for me. My family is now in dire straits, yet


    she still has the mood to do that. Verily, I salute her! I initially didn‘t want to attend, but she had already


    made all the arrangements. I don‘t want to embarrass her, so I‘m nning to go during my lunch break


    today. I hope it isn‘t a weirdo. When I see the man, I‘U furtively snap a picture and send it to you. Help


    me take a look and give somements, okay?


    Attending a blind date was a positive thing, If one could meet the right person, one could close the


    chapter on the past and begin a new chapter. Therefore, Margaret was supportive of her attending it and


    replied: It‘s okay. Just go and have a look. Send me a pictureter, and I‘ll help you take a look at him.


    Who knows, you might meet the right man.


    At noon, she kept ncing at her phone, but she didn‘t receive any pictures from Jodie.


    At that moment, Jodie and a bald, middle–aged man were staring at each other in a high-end western


    restaurant.


    Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought that her mother would introduce such a man to her,


    who looked old enough to be her father. Right then, all her attention was on making an escape, not at all


    in the mood to look at the man.


    “You‘re so young! Didn‘t the matchmaker tell you that I‘m a divorcee? My ex–wife is still alive. We‘re just


    not suited, and we got divorced ratherte in life.” The bald, middle–aged man rubbed his head in


    embarrassment, and there were even splotches of red that looked suspiciously like a blush on his face.


    “No. I didn‘t know anything. By the way... mister... I mean, sir, what‘s with your hair?” Jodie was on the


    brink of breaking down.


    “Heh! Well, I was too concerned about making money when I was young, so things ended up like this.


    Otherwise, how could I possibly have my aplishments today? I‘ve got apany of my own, and


    though it‘s a smallpany, the profit goes up to a million. It‘s more than enough to support you. What


    do you think?” The bald, middle–aged man was rather proud of his achievements.


    “I‘m sorry, but I think our age... Well, the age gap between us is rather huge. I‘m not disdaining you for


    being bald, nor is it because you‘re a divorcee. I just don‘t think we‘re suitable.” Jodie was so nervous


    that she downed half a ss of water in a single go.