Chapter 107 Is This How You Treat Me?
Just because Margaret took the liberty of serving him a dish, Raymond slammed his utensils down and tossed them into the trash.
"Raymond, I made you dinner out of kindness, and this is how you treat me?" Margaret gripped her utensils tightly and stared up at him.
Raymond only gave Margaret a side glance, his tone mocking. "Did I ask you to cook? Are you done eating? If you are, then get out!"
This was the second time today that Raymond had told her to get out.
She felt hurt. She had cooked for him, yet he treated her with such an attitude. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Raymond, please don't speak so harshly."
"I can be even harsher. Do you want to hear it? Margaret, if I were your dad, the first thing I'd do when I woke up would be to cut ties with you! He's lying in the hospital, barely alive, and instead of staying by his side to take care of him, you shamelessly come here, trying to please me. Aren't you pathetic?"
Raymond sneered, watching the tears welling up in her eyes without a hint of guilt. "You're not welcome here! If you're still here when I get out of the shower, don't blame me for being rude!"
With that, he went to the bathroom, his face cold.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Margaret looked at the table full of dishes. This was her hard work, and some of the dishes hadn't even been eaten.
She cried as she ate. Her throat felt choked, like something was stuck there, unable to swallow or spit it out.
In the past, if Raymond treated her like this, she would have left without looking back. But now she had no way out; Raymond was her only option.
After finishing her meal, she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Her palms were wrapped in bandages. And even after so many days, the wounds hadn't healed. Just a slight movement caused excruciating pain.
Raymond came out of the bathroom and saw Margaret bending over with a mop, cleaning the floor.
She was very meticulous, making every piece of the floor shine. The once high-and-mighty Margaret was now so humble.
Raymond got angrier He didn't know why, but seeing her around made him restless.
Raymond strode forward and grabbed her slender wrist.
With a thud, the mop in Margaret's hand fell to the ground. Her wrist felt like it was about to be crushed, and she winced in pain. "What do you want?"
Raymond couldn't stand her weak demeanor. He let go of her wrist and grabbed her jaw tightly, glaring at her. "I told you to get out. Why are you still here?"
"I..."
"Get out!" Raymond grabbed her chin and pushed her towards the door.
She stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
Raymond showed no pity. "Get out!"
The anger that had been building up inside Margaret finally ignited at his cold words.
She shook off his hand, her face red with anger, and shouted, "Raymond, do you really hate me that much? If you don't want to see me, just help the Hughes family! Don't you get why I'm trying to please you? I do everything for you. I'm your wife. Can't you treat me better? Soon, you won't even be able to see me if you want to!"
Margaret kept talking, but Raymond didn't even flinch. It was almost funny that she still thought he might feel sorry for her.
Raymond had sent Ashley to kill her, wishing her dead. It was impossible he would ever pity her.
Margaret wiped her tears and said, "I'm saying it again: either you agree to my request, or I'll stick to you like glue. If you have the guts, kill me."
Raymond said, "Have you no shame?"
"I had pride, but I don't need it anymore. From today on, I'm staying here."
Later that night, after her shower, Margaret dried her hair and opened the bedroom door.
Raymond, in a gray silk robe, was lying on the bed reading a book.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Margaret coming in. He snapped the book shut. "Get out!"
Margaret's face stayed calm as she walked to the bed. She lifted the covers and sat on the edge. "We haven't divorced yet, so of course, we should share the same bed, honey."
Maybe her calling him "honey" made him sick. He gave Margaret a disdainful look, then got out of bed. "I'll sleep in the guest room."
Raymond went to the guest room and was about to close the door when Margaret squeezed in. "Wherever you go, I go."
"Are you crazy? Margaret, if you are, go see a doctor. Don't hover around me!" Raymond was completely furious and pushed her towards the door.
Seeing she was about to be pushed out, she quickly hugged his waist.
He tried to pry her fingers off, but her hands wrapped around him again.
"Margaret, let go," He growled.
Margaret hugged him, thinking about how Sarah had taken the Raymond she loved so much.
Unwillingness, grievance, anger, and repression surged in Margaret's heart.
She wanted to let go; she had her pride too. But she had to gather enough money for her parents' retirement before she died. It was her duty as a daughter. "If you want me to let go, agree to help the Hughes family and never abandon my parents!"
"Margaret, let go! Didn't you hear me?" As soon as he finished speaking, Raymond was pushed onto the guest bed by Margaret.
Margaret lay on top of him, pinning his arms and legs down. She got close, nose to nose, and demanded, "Raymond, you won't agree? Fine, then let's fulfill our marital duties right now."
"Margaret, how can you be so shameless? Get off!"
"I know I'm shameless, no need to remind me. If I weren't, why would I choose you as my bodyguard, as my husband?" Margaret smiled brightly, her delicate hand removing his glasses.
Her red lips lightly nipped at Raymond's earlobe. She whispered, "I know you're deliberately not agreeing because you want to make love to me."
Raymond's body shuddered.
Margaret's hand traced down from his eyebrows, skillfully drawing circles on his chest. At this moment, in Raymond's eyes, Margaret was full of allure. Just one look could arouse his desire.
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