Chapter 116 Your Preferences Are Really Unique
He was worried she hadn't eaten on time and might have a hypoglycemic episode. But here she was, flirting with another guy!
Raymond couldn't quite put his feelings into words—anger, irritation, and seeing them together was just too much.
He chucked the lunchbox he was holding into the nearest trash can.
Then he marched over, putting himself between Margaret and Daniel, squinting at Daniel with obvious displeasure. "You’ve got some nerve. Even during a business meeting, you manage to go on a date with Margaret?"
Things were about to get heated.
"Raymond, what are you talking about? We just bumped into each other," Margaret defended herself.
If it weren't for Daniel's candy earlier, she would've fainted by now.
Why did Raymond have to be so harsh?
To Raymond, Margaret's explanation sounded like she was just making excuses.
He turned to her, giving her a cold look. "Shut up!"
"So this is how you treat Margaret? Not even a bit of respect?" Daniel said slowly, a gentle smile on his face.
Those words were especially annoying.
Daniel kept going. "I was talking to Margaret, not you."
Daniel's kind eyes landed on Margaret behind Raymond. "Would you like to join the Taylor Group? A secretary position would suit you better."
He was clearly trying to poach her right in front of Raymond.
Raymond suddenly pulled Margaret into his arms.
Margaret resisted, instinctively trying to pull away.
"Think carefully before you answer, Margaret. If you want Marlon's medical bills covered, you'd better behave!" Raymond whispered.
His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear.
To others, it looked like a display of affection.
Hearing this, Margaret's clenched fists gradually relaxed.
Even without Raymond's threat, she couldn't possibly go to Daniel's company. Only she knew how bad Raymond truly was.
She couldn't selfishly drag Daniel into this mess.
"Daniel, I'm doing fine here. You don't need to worry. I took the cleaning job because I was bored and wanted to experience life; it has nothing to do with Raymond." Margaret forced a cheerful smile, looking at Daniel with deep gratitude.
Raymond tightened his grip on her, his strength astonishing, not allowing her to move an inch.
"Daniel, did you hear that? Mind your own business from now on," Raymond said, then picked Margaret up and quickly walked to the storage room.
The storage room door was locked from the inside.
Margaret was thrown to the ground.
She fell hard, her bones feeling like they were about to shatter, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
Raymond's hand, wearing a wristwatch, gripped her chin tightly, almost dislocating it.
"I didn't bring you here to flirt. Margaret, the contract clearly states that even after our divorce, you can't remarry or date. You're destined to be alone forever. Cut the pitiful act. I'm not buying it. Two buildings. If you don't finish cleaning them today, no food and no leaving!"
Raymond slammed the door as he left.
Margaret shuddered at the sound of the door slamming.
She had no time to feel wronged or cry; she had to obey to get Marlon's medical bills.
Wiping away her tears, she continued cleaning the office buildings until 1 a.m.
Her legs were trembling with exhaustion, her stomach growling, but she had to keep going.
By the time she wrapped up cleaning, it was already 2 a.m.
Dragging her exhausted body, she stepped out of the Hughes Group building.
The cold night air slapped her face.
She thought about heading to a convenience store for a cup of instant noodles.
Just then, a black Bentley pulled up in front of her.
The car door opened, and Raymond, sitting in the passenger seat, said coldly, "Get in."
"No need to trouble Mr. Howard. I'll grab a cab myself."
Margaret forced a smile. She knew if she got in his car, he'd just mock her and be harsh again.
She was too tired today; she didn't want to hear it.
As she turned to leave, Raymond said coldly, "Did you forget the terms of the contract? Margaret, I'm waiting for you to make me a midnight snack!"
Her steps halted instantly. She thought he was there to pick her up, worried about her safety going home alone.
So, he just wanted her to make a midnight snack.
She hadn't even had lunch, and he wanted a midnight snack.
Too cold, hungry, and exhausted to argue, she suppressed the bitterness in her heart and walked towards the black Bentley.
Just as she reached the car and was about to get in, she suddenly blacked out. Before fainting, she had a hallucination of Raymond getting out of the car and running towards her.
She saw his worried, panicked expression.
She saw him holding her and putting her in the car.
It was laughable. Raymond hated her and wished she would die immediately, yet she was having such a ridiculous, soap-bubble-like fantasy.
Raymond drove quickly, taking Margaret to the hospital.
The doctor who attended to Margaret happened to be her primary physician.
After examining her, the doctor found that the cancer cells had spread throughout her liver, and her body had completely deteriorated.
Her condition had worsened, partly due to her pregnancy.
The doctor's hesitant expression made Raymond increasingly agitated.
Wasn't Margaret just fainting from low blood sugar?
"Is there anything seriously wrong with her?" Raymond asked, tugging at his tie.
The doctor forced a smile. How could there be nothing wrong? She didn't have much time left and was pregnant.
But he remembered Margaret asking him to keep it a secret. She said Marlon was also in this hospital, and she didn't want her family to worry, especially since she was getting a divorce.
"Nothing serious, just a bit of low blood sugar. She fainted from hunger. Her body is very weak and needs nutritional supplements," the doctor said, emphasizing. "Are you her friend?"
Raymond hesitated.
"You need to take good care of her. How can someone faint from hunger in this day and age? I just don't get it." The doctor sighed. "She should stay in the hospital for a few days for observation."
Raymond arranged for Margaret to be admitted, but he still sensed something was off. If Margaret was fine, why did the doctor look so serious?
Margaret was moved to a ward and given nutritional fluids. The doctor explained the dietary precautions for taking care of her.
As the doctor was about to leave the room, Raymond blocked his way, scrutinizing him. "Is my wife's health really okay?"
"Are you Margaret's husband?" The doctor's eyelid twitched. In that case, he had to tell him about Margaret's cancer.
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