An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 91

She sneakily stole a glance at Christopher. After making sure he wasn’t paying attention to her, she texted back: Who is this?

She received a reply fairly quickly. The message read: It‘s Jenson. I‘m at West Haven Cafë. Do you want to come over?

Subconsciously, she quickly replied in agreement. As soon as her message was sent out, she deleted it immediately. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She took some time to calm herself down before asking, “Christopher, can I go out to walk around? I’m kind of bored…’

Christopher was focused on what he was doing at hand. He didn’t even raise his head when he replied, “Go ahead. Don’t go too far. I’m sure you’ll feel pressured if I get Noah to tail you, so you can go alone. If you get lost, open your GPS. If you still can’t find your way, then call a taxi. Remember the name of our hotel.”

She was puzzled. How does he know I have a terrible sense of directions? After so many years, the only route she remembered was the way home. Now that they were in Jadeborough, she was like a deer caught in the headlights.

Margaret murmured in agreement and left the hotel. She stopped a passerby to ask for directions to West Haven Café. She was a little troubled when she heard that the café was only two hundred meters away from her hotel.

She began to think that it was a bad idea. If Christopher finds out, he‘ll tear me apart...

After pondering over it, she decided to buy a face mask and lower her head all the way to meet Jenson.

As soon as she stepped in, she received a text from Jenson that read: I‘m right behind you.

She turned around and saw him sitting by the window. His smile was filled with warmth as always. It almost seemed as if his smile could melt away the cold winter snow.

However, unlike before, he no longer favored white and instead wore black that day. The black suit he donned elegantly carved out his figure. Colors could easily change a person’s aura. Looking at Jenson now, Margaret felt that he had become a lot more mature-looking

Having not seen each other for three years, Margaret felt a lot more reserved when she went over to sit down. “Uh… How did you recognize me? I’m having a mask on after all…”

Jenson reached out to take down her mask. “Even if you become a pile of dust, I’ll still recognize you. What do you want to drink?”

She shook her head. “Water is fine. I can’t stay for too long.”

Jenson did not press her further. Both of them seemed to be consciously avoiding talking about their respective partners. She didn’t want to bring up Christopher, and he didn’t want to bring up Waverly.

“So… Has Christopher been good to you?” Jenson asked.

“Pretty well. I mean, no one ever has anything bad to say about him, right?” As she spoke, she looked down and fiddled with her fingers. She could feel Jenson’s intense gaze bearing down on her.

“Indeed… Everyone seems to think he’s great. I just hope he’s really treating you well; that’s all.” Jenson’s tone seemed to be tinted with sadness. Margaret’s head sunk even lower.

She could feel that this was a heavy topic for both of them. Hence, she decided it was better to talk about something else. “You know about what happened with Jo, right? I couldn’t do anything…”

He nodded in response. “Yes, I heard. Sadly, there’s nothing I can do either. It’s too huge a debt. All of their family assets will be cleared out within half a month to repay those debts. After paying off the bank and the others, they’ll only be left with the debt they owe to Christopher. I calculated, and it should be at least tens of millions. I doubt they will be able to pay it off. We’ll just have to see how Christopher plans on handling it. There’s no way he’ll squeeze the money out of them by force. That’s out of character for him to do so. However, even if he allows them to pay him back slowly, it’ll probably take them the rest of their lives.”

Margaret furrowed her brows. “I’ll help her pay it off until it’s done with.”

Jenson smiled slightly. “Don’t forget about me. We’ll do it together.”

The two of them exchanged smiles. For a moment, it felt as if they were back in high school again.

At that very moment, what Margaret didn’t know was Christopher, who was in the

hotel, had just turned off the GPS locator on his phone. He made a phone call to Noah and said, “Go check and see what she’s up to at West Haven Café.”

Minutes later, Noah called back and reported, “Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Lewis is… She…”