Chapter 118 It's Better to Talk About the Spirit of the Contract
Raymond snapped, "Margaret, stop talking to me about money."
Margaret had no clue what set him off. His grip on her chin tightened as he hissed through clenched teeth.
She thought about how difficult and twisted he was—he tossed the breakfast she got him and was dragging his feet on their contract.
Margaret scoffed. "Seems like all we have left is a contract. It's right there in black and white. If I can't talk about money, what should I talk about? Mr. Howard, you should honor the contract."
Raymond thought, 'The spirit of the contract? So, that's all we have left in her mind!'
Suddenly, Raymond kissed her hard, biting and gnawing at her lips.
She said she loved him the most, but now all that was left between them was money!
Raymond was frustrated and dissatisfied.
Where had the Margaret who used to love him madly gone?
Margaret tried to push him away with all her might.
He held her even tighter. In the past, whenever he wanted to be with her, when had she ever refused?
Wasn't she always happy and eagerly waiting for him in bed, all cleaned up?
Afraid he wouldn't be satisfied.
Why had Margaret changed so much now? Why did she only know how to make him angry?
Margaret's chin hurt terribly from his grip.
But she was too weak to break free.
She felt increasingly useless; she couldn't do anything about Raymond!
Her tears of grievance fell silently.
Her tears reflected on his cheek, and he released her in disgust, standing up straight. "Margaret, who are you putting on this act for!"
Raymond stared at her disdainfully for a long time, then took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his lips repeatedly.
Only after thoroughly cleaning did he throw the handkerchief into the trash can.
He left, slamming the door behind him.
Margaret hugged her knees and cried into her hands.
Margaret thought, 'Raymond, you kissed me and then had to clean yourself. If you despise me so much, why kiss me at all?'
This was torture, a different kind of torture.
Her phone suddenly chimed.
Margaret picked up her phone and saw a friend request from Daniel.
It turned out he had changed his WhatsApp number.
Margaret wiped her tears and added him.
Daniel sent a message: [Did Raymond give you a hard time?]
How could Raymond not give her a hard time?
It would be unusual if he didn't.
Margaret replied: [We're getting along well, thank you for your concern.]
Margaret felt increasingly conflicted. Even an outsider like Daniel cared about her, while Raymond only found new ways to torment her.
On the asphalt road, Raymond was speeding recklessly, the car's speedometer hitting its maximum.
His facial muscles were tightly clenched, and the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel bulged.
'Raymond, all we have left is a contractual relationship! If I can't talk about money, what should I talk about?'
'Raymond, shouldn't you fulfill your promise and give Marlon the money?'
'Little mute, I miss you so much. Can we meet again?''Margaret, the cleaning job doesn't suit you. Would you like to be my secretary instead?'
Margaret, Daniel's voice, played over and over in his mind, driving him crazy.
Seeing the Bentley about to crash into a roadside tree, he slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched to a halt, stopping by the roadside.
The night was as cold as ice, and the streets at three in the morning were deserted.
Raymond rolled down the window, sat in the driver's seat, and smoked an entire box of cigars before he could calm down.
When he first got together with Margaret, he couldn't stand her, wishing he could strangle her with his own hands.
But she was too good at acting, too good at seducing him. Her body was soft and fragrant.
No matter how he lost his temper or ignored her, she always clung to him.
She would snuggle into his arms with her soft body like a little wildcat.
She would lightly bite his nose with her pearly teeth, acting coy, and whispering over and over after making love, "Raymond, I love you."
He laughed and asked, "What if I treated you badly after marriage? Would you still like me?"
She smiled confidently, patting her chest, saying she didn't believe he would treat her badly. Even if he did, she could warm his cold heart.
At first, he didn't believe it.
But she said it so many times that he started to believe it.
She promised that no matter how he treated her, she would love him for a lifetime.
Now she had changed, getting involved with Daniel.
He took a cold shower when he got home.
Only then did he completely calm his anger.
Raymond picked up his phone and called Alvin, instructing, "Get a nurse to take care of Margaret at the hospital tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Alvin replied. "By the way, we've found out about Daniel's background. He's an illegitimate child of the Taylor family whose son passed away three months ago. Daniel was still a police officer at that time. It seems that after the legitimate son died, Mr. Taylor, having no other sons, brought him back to the Taylor family."
So Daniel was an illegitimate child, no wonder he liked to steal things.
Raymond sneered disdainfully, hung up the phone, and then dried his hair. He noticed more of Margaret's belongings in the living room.
He went to the walk-in closet, opened the wardrobe, and saw her clothes next to his.
It felt like they were back to a year ago, during their loving days.
Raymond contentedly removed his wristwatch, placed it in a row of watch boxes, took off his expensive suit, and changed into black velvet loungewear.
It made him look even more distinguished.
He returned to the main bedroom, about to lift the quilt and go to bed.
A photo on the floor caught Raymond's attention. He picked it up, expressionless.
The back was covered with the words "little mute" in Margaret's unmistakable handwriting. It looked recent.
He turned it over and saw an old photo of a boy in a faded denim jacket, running.
Raymond guessed it was taken over a decade ago.
How laughable, Margaret had hidden a boy in her heart for ten years, and he was a mute?
He couldn't even compare to a mute.
Raymond tore the photo in half and threw it into the trash can.
He thought, 'Margaret, how dare you play me like this, you really have some nerve.'
"No need for a nurse anymore," Raymond called Alvin again, leaving Alvin bewildered.
Meanwhile, Margaret leaned against the dark ward wall, listening to Nancy urging. "Margaret, tomorrow is the last day for your dad's payment! If you don't pay, his treatment will stop! Did you have another fight with Raymond?"
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