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!” 

while, a smile forming on his face unknowingly.

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

face. The moment her legs gave out, and

“I haven‘t bathed! I need to bathe. You don‘t understand... Christopher is a germaphobe! If I don‘t

carried her off the ground and brought her to the bed in the room. “I won‘t despise

arms, she demanded, “I

 

for Christopher to be so patient. He spun and carried

of what she was doing. She took off

away with difficulties and filled the bathtub with warm water for Margaret.

was rising, and Christopher had to steady her head so that she would not choke on water. At a close distance, he could see her long, curled eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes. He could not stop himself from

Margaret frowned and turned her head away. Christopher froze as his expression

more mature than when she was a kid, he was deep in his thoughts. No one can

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