An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 155

Margaret had a rough idea about the situation. She could only console Jodie by saying, “She probably hasn’t adapted to living an average-income lifestyle. Things will get better with time, so you don’t have to worry much. You can only tell her that times are different now, and you can’t afford to spend lavishly given your current financial status. As your mother, I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to suffer much because of her either.” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

However, Jodie was not convinced about Raina’s motherly love for her. “Forget it. If Mom genuinely feels concerned for me, she wouldn’t need me to serve her meals daily. If my dad were still here, I’m confident that he won’t like seeing her like this. I’m most worried that Mom will soon find out that there is still money left in the card Jack asked you to give me. She will undoubtedly spend all its money in less than a week. But I plan to use that money as a down payment for purchasing a house. I’ve browsed on some units and picked one that’s to my liking. However, I still need a little more money for the down payment, so I’m working hard to earn it.”

Margaret could sense Jodie’s determination to make a living. She envied Jodie for that, as she wanted to live like an ordinary person too. Even if Margaret had to endure the difficulties of making a living, at least she would enjoy the freedom to do what she liked to do, and she would at least be able to set personal life goals.

Sadly, life had other plans for her; Margaret had become Christopher’s wife, a title that many women sought after. Yet, her glamorous title meant nothing as she refused to change herself into becoming the perfect wife.

Noticing Margaret’s silence, Jodie suddenly thought of something. She lowered her voice and asked, “Meg, h-has Christopher touched you lately?”

That instantly made Margaret’s cheeks flush. “What are you talking about?”

Jodie explained solemnly, “It’s not wise to have intimate exchanges within the first month of one’s miscarriage. Since Christopher doesn’t feel that way about you, you have to keep this in mind and don’t let him touch you.”

An awkward cough came from Margaret as she cleared her throat. “Don’t worry. He won’t touch me, especially when he has plenty of other women to entertain him.”

Jodie frowned after hearing that. “Other women? Who? Christopher has never gotten himself into any dating rumors. Plus, I thought he was a gentleman. Are you saying that he’s been keeping his affairs hidden? My goodness. How dare he? He’s crossing the line!”

Realizing that she had nearly let it slip, Margaret got a little anxious. “I’m only rambling. There’s no need to pay too much heed to my words. Even if Christopher does have another woman, I don’t have any evidence to prove it. So, please don’t make a huge fuss over this.”

She did not dare tell Jodie about the relationship between Megan and Christopher, as she knew Jodie would undoubtedly start a fight with Christopher over it.

Jodie heaved a sigh of relief and stopped dwelling on the topic. Later in the afternoon, she left before Christopher returned home.

When Christopher’s car pulled over in front of the house at four o’clock, Margaret had already placed Tabby back in the yard as she knew Christopher was a punctual man.

Tabby, which was supposed to be in the backyard, started walking toward Christopher after he got out of the car. That made Christopher frown. He hurriedly rushed into the house and up the stairs as if he would die if Tabby touched him.

Seeing the disgusted look on Christopher’s face, Margaret felt annoyed, but she did not say anything. She knew it was not fair to force Christopher to like the cat. Thus, she merely hoped that he would allow her to continue keeping Tabby as a pet.

It confused her to know Christopher did not plan on heading out that evening. He was always away, yet lately, he had been spending his nights at home. His presence made her uneasy. Also, him being at home meant she would have lesser time to be with Tabby.

That night, after tucking herself to bed, Margaret suddenly thought of what Jodie had told her earlier that day. Her cheeks turned as red as beats.

Christopher was also on the bed with his back facing Margaret as he looked at his phone. There were endless texts on his screen that gave Margaret a headache. She could never understand how he managed to stare at such congested screens for so

long

It was then that Christopher’s phone rang, jolting Margret slightly. The caller ID on the screen showed that Megan was calling.