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Chapter 70
Christopher went back to the Lewis residence after a few days.
Margaret had turned the empty room upstairs into an art room. She had spent most of her time in the
room for the past few days.
Her hand felt tense, and she almost accidentally made a mistake in painting when she heard him walking
upstairs. She halted in her move and decided to stop painting because she had already lost her
concentration.
The door was suddenly pushed open. Elizabeth muttered softly, “Meg, Mr. Lewis is looking for you. He is
in his room right now.”
Margaret glanced at her hands and clothes that were smudged by the paint. “Wait for a minute. I need to
clean myself first.”
After removing her jacket, she went to wash her hands before returning to her room. She took a whiff to
ensure she did not stink lest Christopher would be irritated.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had been really meticulous and making every move cautiously since she was eight years old.
A faint tobacco smell filled the air when she shoved open his door. Frowning, Margaret asked, “What‘s
the matter?”
Christopher stood in front of the window while enjoying the view of snow. He donned a well–tailored gray
suit, accentuating his tall figure. Even his back looked exceptionally captivating. “There will be a fashion
exhibition held by my company at six o‘clock tonight, and your work will be showcased. It‘s up to you if
you want to attend or not.”
My work? Is he talking about the wedding dress design that he had once guided me? How could the
wedding dress be produced so quickly? Margaret agreed readily upon hearing that, “I‘ll go.”
Covering his mouth, Christopher let out a few coughs without saying anything. After pausing for a
moment, she asked, “Have you not recovered from your cold yet? Remember to take your medicine.”
Christopher turned around and looked at her. There was a hint of mockery in his gaze. “Don‘t ever think
anything will happen after you slept with me once. No one knows if you‘ll be pregnant.”
A trace of sadness flashed across Margaret‘s eyes. “Even if I‘m pregnant, it‘s possible I might not be able
to continue the pregnancy. We‘ve taken some cold medication recently, and it might cause the fetus to be
deformed.“.
With a mocking expression, he answered, “It looks like you‘ve done your research to : get pregnant.”
Margaret chose not to answer his question and swiftly changed the topic. After looking at the time, she
said, “I need to get prepared first. It‘s better not to be late tonight.”
She heaved a sigh of relief after turning around and was about to leave. She was afraid to look into
Christopher‘s eyes recently, regardless if he was being sarcastic or indifferent.
An hour of preparation later, Margaret stood before him and asked, “Are we going now?”
Christopher sized her up and did not comment on her appearance. Margaret never overdressed herself.
She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs. Besides, she wore a
turtleneck sweater and boots with her hair cascading down her shoulder. She had a light make–up that
complemented her exquisite facial features. Her cherry lips gave her a seducing vibe. All in all, she
looked like a young, innocent girl, judging from her appearance.
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In the car, they did not interact with each other. When they reached the venue of the exhibition,
Christopher took great strides with his long legs, with Margaret trailing behind him. She was slightly
panting after finding a seat. Christopher‘s eyes darkened when he caught sight of her plump lips. Right
then, Megan‘s voice sounded. “Christopher, you promised me that I can sit next to you.”
He retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, “Margaret, take the seat behind me.”
Holding her breath, Margaret looked down, raised to her feet, and sat on a seat further away from
Christopher. She completely ignored Megan, as she was only there for the fashion exhibition.
Megan, who had an alluring figure, wore a black leather dress, a light gray coat with a pair of black
boots. Conversely, her make–up style was different from Margaret‘s, which was simple yet elegant.
Megan leaned her head close to Christopher‘s shoulder as if she was a cat waiting to be petted.
“Christopher, you‘re so good to me. Aren‘t you afraid that Margaret will be angry?”
Christopher furrowed his brows when Megan lay on his shoulder. He gently pushed
‘her away with his slender fingers and urged, “Have some care for your image.“
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