An Impossible Marriage Novel

Chapter 26 

Margaret‘s eyes dimmed slightly. Instead of replying, she went over and put an arm around Christopher to keep him standing. “Thanks for letting me know he‘s here. Sorry for the trouble,” she said simply. 

Steven wanted to say something else, but Casper Flemmington stopped him with a light shove. “All right, cut the small talk. Let‘s just help her carry Christopher to the car.” 

When that was done and the car drove off into the distance, Steven‘s expression sobered. “Do you think that girl is the one Christopher adopted all those years ago? What is he thinking? I sure as h*ll didn‘t expect him to marry her,” he said. 

Casper shrugged calmly. “Knowing Christopher, do you really reckon he‘d adopt the daughter of the man who killed his family out of the goodness of his heart? He might appear kind to others, but the truth is, he has never been an angel? 

Steven fell silent. 

Once they were back in the Lewis residence, Margaret strained to drag her husband into the bedroom, finally relaxing when she laid him down on the bed. Exhausted by the activity, she had to rest for a while before getting a hot towel to wash his face for him. 

was then that she heard his phone ping. After a brief moment of hesitation, she retrieved the phone from his pocket. She did this not because she wanted to know who sent the text, but because she was overwhelmed by a sudden

lot of contacts on the list, and she found her number almost immediately. The name on

name filled her heart. She had never thought that he would call her Meg, albeit only in his phone. Only Elizabeth had ever called her by that name.

in her eyes, Feeling her fear of him somewhat diminished, she put the phone away and tucked him in properly. She was just about to leave when Christopher suddenly reached out

to move even a muscle. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.

to attempt to break free. As soon as she stirred, however, his arms tightened around her. – The more she tried to get away,

of it, deeming it as an accidental touch. She was quickly proven wrong, however, when she felt Christopher‘s lips moving toward her mouth

face away on instinct. It bothered her that he smelled so strongly of alcohol. Without preamble, Christopher rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. He looked at her with hooded eyes, his voice rough

That‘s not it...” Apprehensive, she pushed against his chest. “You‘re drunk...”

her shoulder, warm breath falling heavily on

she could taste the alcohol on the tip of

who hugged Christopher‘s arm at the airport, Margaret snapped out of her daze. She pushed Christopher away. “You need