An Impossible Marriage Novel

Chapter 58 

Another person replied, “I am curious about that too! When I first learned about her relationship with Christopher, I was perplexed. But after looking it up online, it cleared my speculation. Christopher took care of her all these years, and they live under the same roof every day. She‘s in an advantageous position! With some tricks and pressure, Christopher will definitely give in to her. He‘s such a nice person, after all. Besides, she even had a one–night stand with the Swanson family‘s son. So, it makes sense that Christopher doesn‘t treat her well. She deserves it!” 

“Exactly! How can she be married to Christopher? It‘s absurd. She‘s certainly not the one for him!” 

“The higher they fly, the harder they fall. We‘ll just have to wait and see. People like her will not have a good ending! We are all worn out from working overtime, all thanks to her. If we weren‘t on vacation now, I would‘ve taught her a lesson. Who would have thought she‘s so cunning when she looks so taciturn?” 

Margaret had no interest in finding out who they were, so she left the restroom before the two of them. 

On the way back home, she bought a cup of mocha latte with extra pumps of chocolate sauce. The warm sensation emanating from the cup dispelled some of the chilliness in the winter. 

I don‘t know from whom I heard this, but they say if you‘re depressed, having a cup of mocha latte will cheer you up. 

Margaret had just taken a few steps out of the coffee shop when she was halted by a Rolls–Royce that headed straight toward her. Instead of getting out of the way, she stood still because she knew only Noah would drive in such a reckless way. On top of that, it must be under Christopher‘s instruction. Since it was not the first occurrence, she was not the least bit afraid. 

into the back seat, she greeted, “You‘re off

while his slender fingers rested on his lap. That posture made

cold shoulder. At the very least, she did not have to take a cab

mocha latte slid down her throat, its sweet scent

her parted lips. 

the car since Christopher loathed having lingering scent in the vehicle, but strangely, the man did not utter a

a whiff of the scent and frowned. “What

an innocent expression as she replied, “It‘s a mocha

not respond, merely staring at her

brought the straw close to his lips. “Do...

for a moment. Before he knew it, he leaned forward and took a sip. The instant the sweetness spread in his mouth, the pucker between

of a sudden, Margaret became aware of what she had just done. Did I share the latte that I‘ve drunk with Christopher? And he