Chapter 73 

All these years, Christopher did not know Margaret had motion–sickness. 

Noah noticed Christopher feeling uncomfortable being blown by the wind and whispered, “Mr. Lewis, maybe we should wind the window up.” 

Christopher massaged his temple, his head aching at the cold wind. “Just drive the 

car!” 

When they reached the Lewis residence, Margaret hung herself to Christopher. Elizabeth took a warm towel and followed them to their room upstairs. “What happened? Mrs. Lewis normally doesn‘t drink,” she asked in a worrying voice. 

Christopher did not reply, and Elizabeth immediately took the hint. She handed the towel to him. “Mr. Lewis, please take care of Mrs. Lewis. I‘ll go downstairs.” 

Christopher nodded. He cleaned Margaret‘s face carefully as she raised her chin to cooperate with his movements. “Wipe it cleaner. He hates it when it‘s dirty... Quick!” 

a while, a smile forming on his

remove my make–up,” she murmured. Christopher was amazed at how she still remembered she had make–up on.

he stood behind and watched her clean her face. The moment her legs gave out, and she almost fell to the ground, Christopher reacted just in time and held her up. “Come, you should get to bed.” His

You don‘t understand... Christopher is a germaphobe! If I don‘t get

her to the bed in the room. “I won‘t despise you,”

his arms, she demanded, “I want to bathe!”

 

patient. He spun and

doing. She took

warm water for Margaret. Before the

would not choke on water. At a close distance, he could see her long, curled eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her

ticklish on her lips, Margaret frowned and turned her head away. Christopher froze as his expression turned grim.

her in a towel and carried her back to bed. Watching her face, which looked more mature

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