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

“I have to remove my make–up,” she murmured. Christopher was amazed at how she

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

struggled. “I haven‘t bathed! I need to bathe. You don‘t understand... Christopher is a germaphobe! If I don‘t get a bath, he‘ll

the ground and brought her to the bed in the

his arms, she demanded, “I

 

Christopher to be so patient. He spun and carried

aware of what she was doing. She took off

for Margaret. Before the bathtub was full, Margaret

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

expression turned grim. He disliked it when Margaret repelled his touch

and carried her back to bed. Watching her face, which looked more mature than when she was a kid, he was deep in his thoughts. No one can steal anything

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255