Chapter 112 Drinking in Frustration
Raymond flicked the cigarette butt out the window.
He slammed the gas pedal, his face dark and the veins on his hand gripping the wheel bulging, showing just how pissed he was.
The black Bentley shot off like a rocket, leaving a trail of dust behind.
He'd been waiting for her, worried she might buy too much and struggle to get a cab back.
But nope, she was off with Daniel again. He'd planned to deal with Daniel, but the guy had retired overnight.
And now he was back.
Back home, Raymond cracked open a bottle of red wine and drank it with a blank stare.
The wine burned down his throat, unusually bitter.
He stood on the balcony, waiting for a good half hour.
Finally, an SUV pulled up in front of his place.
Daniel got out and, like a gentleman, opened the passenger door.
Margaret was wearing Daniel's jacket over her shoulders.
They said their goodbyes reluctantly. Margaret handed the jacket back, smiling sweetly, a smile she used to reserve just for him.
Raymond sneered. What was he thinking? After their divorce, of course, she'd be close to other men.
But a surge of anger bubbled up inside him. He downed his wine, yanked at his tie, and stormed back to the living room.
No wonder she was in such a hurry to get divorced; it was because Daniel was coming back.
No wonder she asked him to come back first; she wanted to date Daniel.
Margaret said goodbye to Daniel, carrying big shopping bags, and walked into the villa.
She didn't have the access card to Raymond's place and had to press the intercom button a bunch of times until her hand hurt before the door finally opened.
Margaret knew he did it on purpose, but she didn't want to argue. Life was hard enough; if she argued about everything, how could she get through it?
Once inside, she had just put down the bags when she heard Raymond's mocking voice. "I heard you splashed water on Lola today?"
Margaret pressed her lips tightly together. 'There you go.'
Before she could speak, he was in front of her, gripping her chin. "Who gave you the right to splash water on her?"
Margaret winced in pain, staring at him.
He seemed to have been drinking, his face flushed, looking drunk.
But even drunk, he was still impatient with her.
They weren't even divorced yet; she was still his wife in name. Lola provoked her, and she couldn't fight back?
Her heart ached, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Save your pitiful look; it doesn't work on me. Margaret, if you dare hit my people again, we're done!" Raymond snapped.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, he grew even more irritated, let go of her chin, and walked into the bedroom without looking back.
Margaret forced back her tears, placing all the toiletries on the bathroom counter next to Raymond's.
Then she took a shower, washing away the day's fatigue.
After the shower, she dried her hair and went to the guest room to make the bed.
She used to have maids for this.
Never thought she'd end up doing it herself.
Just as she finished making the bed, an annoyed voice came through. "Who told you to make the bed? You plan to sleep separately before we're even divorced?"
She turned slightly and saw Raymond, dressed in a suit, standing at the door, his face tinged with anger.
Margaret gave a bitter smile. "I'm just a live-in maid; I don't dare share a bed with you."
"You have one minute. If you don't come over, our contract is terminated!"
With that, Raymond slammed the door and left.
Margaret blinked her dry eyes. He was using Marlon to threaten her again.
He trampled her dignity underfoot.
But Margaret couldn't resist; she needed this contract, she needed Raymond to help The Hughes Family.
Only then could she die in peace.
Margaret, spinelessly, went to the master bedroom.
Raymond stood in front of the mirror, giving her a cold glance. "Come over and undress me."
She helped Raymond take off his dark suit jacket, her eyes on his tall figure. His Adam's apple moved subtly, incredibly sexy.
Standing on tiptoe, she tried to untie his tie. She used to do this every day, back when he gave her morning kisses and brought her roses.
Now, their roles were reversed. The thought made her sad, and her trembling fingers couldn't untie the tie.
"It's just untying a tie. What are you thinking about?" Raymond suddenly grabbed her throat, pulling her close.
"Nothing." Margaret bit her lip, coughing in pain.
"Let me guess, you're thinking about Daniel, right? Was your date at the grocery store not enough? He brought you back, and you're still unhappy? Do you need to be in his bed to be satisfied?" Raymond sneered, his eyes flashing with dangerous coldness. "Did you read the contract carefully? During the contract period, stay away from other men. Can't you read?"
Margaret tried to pry his hand off her neck, but he roared, "Making a deal with me and still acting like this? Do you take me for a fool?"
Margaret had never seen Raymond so fierce. She trembled, swallowing nervously. She didn't dare argue or talk back, afraid he would terminate the contract.
"Think I can't satisfy you? Think I've neglected you, so you want to cheat?"
Raymond's veins bulged on his forehead, his face red, the veins on the back of his hand standing out. He wanted to strangle her but restrained himself because there was only one Margaret.
His anger burned more fiercely. Margaret was terrified, staring wide-eyed, not daring to make a sound or even plead.
Before she could react.
He yanked her neck, and she fell against Raymond.
Her soft lips brushed against his cheek.
His aggressive and angry kiss came crashing down.
Raymond's kiss was rough and domineering, crushing her lips. When Margaret didn't open her mouth, he bit her lip hard, forcing her to open up.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, demanding her response.
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