Chapter 106 Follow You
Raymond snapped his seatbelt on and shot a glare at Margaret sitting next to him. "Who the hell told you to get in? Get out!"
Margaret felt a stab in her chest so sharp it almost knocked the wind out of her. Did he really just tell her to get out?
But she played it cool, flashing a smile. "If you want me out, you gotta agree to my terms."
"In your dreams!"
"Okay, fine, if you don't agree, I'm sticking to you like glue. Wherever you go, I'm there. It'll only embarrass you." Margaret stared him down. "You bought this car after we got hitched, so half of it’s mine. We ain't divorced yet. If I’m not in the passenger seat, who will be? Sarah?"
"You really wanna tail me? Fine, then tail me!" Raymond spat, yanking the steering wheel.
With a sharp turn, Margaret almost kissed the windshield, but the seatbelt yanked her back. "Raymond, can you drive like a normal person? Slow down!"
"Either get out or zip it, your call!"
One icy look from Raymond, and Margaret clammed up.
She hadn't expected him to let her tag along so easily. She thought he’d toss her out of the car.
As long as she could stick around, she had a shot at convincing him.
They got home. Margaret saw him sprawled on the couch, scrolling through a food delivery app.
Trying to butter him up, she offered, "How about I whip up dinner tonight? Bet you haven't had my cooking in ages. Takeout's bad for you if you eat it all the time."
But Raymond's eyes stayed glued to his phone, not even a glance her way.
She bit her lip. 'Is he seriously giving me the cold shoulder? Forget it. Now's not the time to get all mushy. If he's in a good mood, we can talk, right? As long as the Hughes family and my folks are safe, what's a little pride? My problems are nothing compared to what Raymond's been through.'
Margaret then forced a smile. "If you don't say anything, I'll go grab groceries?"
"Alright, I'm off to get groceries. I'll make your favorite dishes." Margaret forced a smile, grabbed the keys from the table, and headed out.
She worried that if she left without the keys, Raymond might lock her out, so taking them was the safest bet.
The apartment complex had everything, with a market and a big grocery store downstairs.
Margaret never used to buy groceries; the first time she hit a market was with Raymond.
Raymond had shown her the ropes and then cooked a meal for her.
Looking back, that meal was pretty basic, not even as pricey as one of her breakfasts.
But she was hooked on Raymond's cooking, or more like, hooked on him.
As long as he whipped it up, even the crappiest food tasted amazing.
Later, they tied the knot, and Marlon handed him some big responsibilities. He joined the Hughes Group and became Marlon's right-hand man, which kept him crazy busy.
He barely had time to eat, let alone cook.
He was living off takeout every day.
Margaret felt bad for his stomach, so she decided to learn how to cook.
From then on, she took care of Raymond's three squares a day.
After Marlon took a tumble down the stairs and got dementia, Raymond naturally stepped up as president of the Hughes Group, being the only son-in-law.
Then he asked for a divorce.
She never cooked for him again.
Tonight's dinner was the first meal she had cooked since the whole divorce talk started.
After grabbing some groceries, Margaret rushed back to the apartment, worried he might get hangry and it would mess up their conversation.
She saw Raymond with a thin laptop on his lap, eyes glued to the screen.
His nimble fingers were flying over the keyboard.
Clearly, he was working.
After all these years, he still had a thing for his job.
Margaret was kinda surprised; she thought his earlier hustle was just to win Marlon's trust.
But now it seemed like that wasn't the whole story.
He had climbed to the top, hit financial freedom, and got what he wanted, so no need to fake it anymore.
It was clear he genuinely loved his work and found peace in it.
When they first got hitched, he often worked late into the night, sometimes pulling all-nighters.
She was pissed, thinking he was sneaking around with a mistress or spending time with Sarah.
Could he really have been working?
Margaret looked away. She had been watching him for so long, and he hadn't noticed, showing just how zoned in he was.
Half an hour later, Margaret had finished cooking. During that time, Raymond's phone rang, and he opened the door once.
She had no clue what he had picked up.
Margaret carried the plates full of dishes out of the kitchen, only to see Raymond sipping on some oatmeal.
So the call he answered earlier was from the food delivery.
He knew she was cooking, yet he still ordered takeout?
Margaret felt a bit bummed and weirded out. But she shook it off and placed the dishes on the table in front of him.
The table was loaded with plates of all sizes.
Seeing that he was only having oatmeal, Margaret bravely picked up some food for him. "You used to love my cooking. These are all your favorites. Try them and see if my skills have gone downhill."
Raymond's actions left Margaret totally floored and unable to wrap her head around it.
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