Chapter 122 Does Raymond Care About Her?
Margaret held her phone and gave a little self-deprecating smile.
Why couldn't she feel like Raymond cared about her?
Daniel's gentle voice came through the phone again. "You left so quickly today. What I wanted to tell you was that you misunderstood. I didn't help with your dad's medical bills at all."
"What do you mean?" Margaret was a bit confused.
Daniel continued, "The hospital gave me a refund. Raymond paid your dad's bills. That's why I think he cares about you. He can't be all bad."
Margaret didn't expect Raymond to repay Daniel. She couldn't wrap her head around his mixed signals anymore. Raymond, in these recent instances, had consistently exhibited actions that contradicted his words.
Before she could process it, the main bedroom door suddenly opened.
The room was dark.
Raymond's tall figure appeared at the door. "Who are you talking to?" His voice was icy and chilling.
Margaret looked up and saw the reflective lenses of Raymond's glasses. She didn't know if it was guilt or fear, but her hand trembled in fright.
The phone slipped from her palm and hit the ground with a thud.
The call had already been disconnected, because Daniel had heard Raymond's voice and wisely hung up.
Margaret quickly squatted down to pick it up.
A pair of shiny black leather shoes came into her view.
"Who were you talking to?" His dissatisfied voice surrounded her from above.
Margaret thought about how he was a psychopath and felt a lingering fear.
Raymondhad already gone crazy once in the bathroom earlier. If he found out she had just been talking to Daniel, she would be in big trouble!
Margaret said, "My mom."
Margaret thought, 'Margaret, don't be afraid. No matter how scared I am, I have to act calm. That way, he wouldn't find out.'
Her chin was suddenly gripped, forcing her to meet his eyes. Raymond's probing gaze scrutinized her. "Really?"
Clearly, he didn't believe her.
Margaret said, "Yes."
"Did Nancy tell you to smother me with a pillow while I sleep and avenge your dad?" Raymondlaughed lightly as if dying was a trivial, weightless matter to him.
He had the same demeanor when he cursed her to die a miserable death.
Margaret felt a chill down her spine under his gaze, especially with that smile. Goosebumps rose all over her back. She said, "That's insane. My mom told me that you covered my dad's hospital bills. She wanted me to thank you and be nicer to you."
Raymond asked, "How do you plan to thank me?"
He suddenly got very close, close enough to see the pores on her face.
At such a close proximity, he observed that Margaret's complexion was exceptionally exquisite. Despite all the hardship, and even without any makeup, she retained her stunning beauty.
Raymond thought, 'Margaret is indeed worthy of being my wife. She is truly beautiful.'
Margaret understood his implication, and her body tensed up. She bit her lip and looked at him defensively. "Wasn't what happened in the bathroom just now enough?"
Her posture made him lose interest. His expression changed; Raymond stood up straight, releasing her chin. "Unlock your phone."
Margaret was shocked. What she feared had come true.
She was panicking inside but forced herself to unlock the phone calmly.
Raymond took the phone from her, scanned her face, and used facial recognition to unlock it.
Just as Raymond was about to go through the phone, his own phone rang.
Margaret quickly snatched her phone back. "You should answer your call."
"Come out and eat," Raymond said coldly, then answered his call and walked away.
Did he order takeout? Did he order for her too? Margaret was a bit surprised but obediently followed him. She heard him discussing work details with Alvin.
There was food on the dining table in the living room.
Margaret sat down, picked up the utensils, and started eating quietly.
She tasted it; Raymond himself made it.
As she ate, Margaret occasionally glanced at Raymond sitting across from her.
He was still in his dark suit, simple in style, but it looked good on him.
Raymondheld his phone in one hand, discussing the progress of a case with Alvin while eating.
He used professional terms that Margaret didn't understand. She only saw that sometimes his brows would relax, and other times they would furrow tightly.
He was mostly expressionless and extremely serious. It turned out that Raymond was so meticulous and dedicated when working. No wonder Marlon highly valued and appreciated his abilities.
After finishing the call, their eyes met.
Margaret wanted to ease the tension because he was her only hope now. He had also prepaid Marlon's medical bills, so he hadn't breached their agreement. Besides, she didn't have the power to unilaterally terminate the contract.
Margaret held her fork, poking at the food in her bowl, and flattered him, "Raymond, the food you made is really delicious."
"Has anyone ever told you that your acting skills are terrible?" Raymond frowned, mocking her. Clearly, he didn't believe her.
Margaret felt a bit guilty for being seen through and immediately said, "But it really is delicious. It's the taste I like."
She was telling the truth. He had once won her over with his cooking.
Raymond said, "Even if it's good, it wasn't made for you. Margaret, I hope you can start fulfilling your duties as a housekeeper from tomorrow. Cooking and doing housework are your responsibilities."
Margaret lowered her head a bit after hearing that.
She was just a housekeeper. Even though she hadn't divorced him yet, she was no longer the cherished lady he once held in his heart.
Her eyes welled up with tears, but Margaret didn't want him to see. If he saw, he would only mock her.
Forcing back the tears, she lowered her head and took big bites of the rice in her bowl. She took such a big bite that it became difficult to chew; she started coughing.
Raymond gave her a disdainful look, then handed her a glass of water. "No one's fighting you for it."
Margaret didn't want to drink the water, but fearing his anger, she drank it all.
After finishing her meal, she washed the dishes in the kitchen, cleaned up the trash, and was about to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients to make breakfast for him tomorrow.
After all, Raymond had made his point; she didn't want to take advantage of him either.
Raymond said, "Go change your clothes. I'm taking you somewhere."
As she reached the door, Raymond's cold command stopped her in her tracks.
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