Chapter 44 

Christopher‘s expression turned even darker in the car after hanging up the call. “Start the car,” he ordered coldly. 

At night, Margaret drank some black tea Elizabeth made while chatting with her. 

Just then, Fredrick‘s voice sounded from the doorway. “Welcome home, Mr. Lewis.” 

When Elizabeth heard that, she quickly dashed into the kitchen and urged the chef to prepare dinner. 

Meanwhile, Margaret acted like nothing had happened while drinking her tea on the couch. However, she suddenly recalled the scene of Megan and Christopher walking hand in hand into the restaurant. She was unsure what she felt about it, but she knew there was a thick fog enveloping her heart just by thinking of it. 

After taking off his jacket and passing it to Fredrick, Christopher headed straight upstairs without glancing at Margaret. 

During dinner, the duo sat opposite each other wordlessly, causing the atmosphere to go stale. 

the final dish on the table with a smile. “This dish is called Patter Of Tiny Feet. Do

that, Margaret and Christopher placed their forks down simultaneously. “Have some,” Elizabeth said while scooping a spoonful of the dish

started to eat. However, Christopher stood up and left

“Meg, did

on with your work. There‘s no need to mind me.”

with a sigh. In the end, Margaret still did not eat a single bite of the

went upstairs, he locked himself in the

to the bed and soon fell asleep. Perhaps the only way for us to pretend

 

to have gotten colder. Margaret found another blanket draped on her when she awoke. Thinking it was

breakfast. “Mrs. Lewis, please eat breakfast before heading to

in the living room upon

for giving me an extra layer of a blanket,” she

wasn‘t me, though. I did think of giving you another blanket seeing how cold it was

enter Christopher‘s room except for the housekeepers to do daily cleaning. If that‘s the case, who‘s the one who gave me the

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