An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 112

Margaret swallowed her saliva involuntarily. When she was young, she loved eating seafood. It had been a long time since she had them. Now that she was pregnant, she started craving them again.

Christopher had not come down when she sat down in the dining room. She did not dare to start eating first and could only drool at the prawns before her. Elizabeth observed her impatience and dotingly peeled a large prawn for her. “Try some. Mr. Lewis specially requested someone to purchase these yesterday. He must have thought that you‘ll like them.”

Margaret lowered her gaze and did not reply.

How could Christopher have remembered what I like to eat? If he requested them yesterday, it must be because Hannah and Megan were coming today. They must have been specifically prepared for Megan. Unfortunately, they arrived late, and Megan did not stay for dinner. I‘m just picking up the leftovers.

Such good quality prawns were not commonly found in Dellmoor during this season. Christopher must have gone through the extra effort of having them flown over.

Christopher arrived in the dining room right after she put the prawn in her mouth, and half of it was still sticking out. She saw that he looked displeased and thought it was because she had started eating first without him. Just as she was deliberating whether she should take out the prawn from her mouth, he pushed the whole plate of prawns before her and uttered, “You look disgraceful when you eat.”

Margaret suddenly remembered that Christopher never liked prawns. It seemed that she was destined to have the plate of prawns before her all to herself.

Although his tone was unkind, she decided to take up his offer. In no time, there was a pile of prawn shells before her.

Christopher was shocked to see that she had almost finished the whole plate of palm sized prawns and did not seem to have any intention of stopping. She usually doesn‘t eat this much. Usually, she eats like a bird. Have I been mistreating her?

He pushed the salmon toward her with a puzzled frown. She glanced at the plate and pushed it back to the center of the dining table. “I can‘t eat raw food now...”

Christopher narrowed his eyes and asked, “Why?”

A chill ran down Margaret‘s spine as she realized that she might have said something wrong. She quickly explained, “My stomach hasn‘t been feeling too well... You can have them...”

He sat up straight and stared at the woman‘s mouth that was chewing non–stop. Curious, he wanted to know how long she could keep going.

In the next half an hour, Margaret finished the plate of prawns, a bowl of pasta, and some salad. Her appetite was exceptionally well today, and she did not feel any urge to vomit.

She shuddered when she suddenly realized that Christopher had been staring at her. Hence, she slowed down and wondered why he kept watching her eat.

As she could not think of any good reason for his odd behavior, she scooped some salad onto his plate. “Have some too..!” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Christopher still did not touch his fork. Ten minutes later, Margaret put down her utensils awkwardly under his watchful gaze. “I‘ll go back upstairs to rest...”

Christopher opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but he kept silent in the end.

After she left, Christopher called Fredrick over. “Let her take a walk in the garden and eat some digestive tablets to help digest the food.”

Fredrick was slightly alarmed when he saw the pile of prawn shells and an almost empty salad bowl. Mrs. Lewis’ appetite has increased recently. Her tastes have been quite peculiar as well. She leaves the food that she does not want to eat untouched. As for the food she likes, she finishes everything.

As an experienced butler in the Lewis residence, he dutifully relayed what Christopher had said to Margaret. However, he did not mention that it was Christopher‘s instructions.

After the meal, Margaret did not want to move at all. She did not feel that she had overeaten. In fact, she had a craving for lemonade. “I‘m fine. I don‘t feel too full. Fredrick, could you get Elizabeth to make me a glass of lemonade?”

Fredrick‘s mouth twitched, “Are you sure?“