Chapter 123 He Still Catches Her Eye
Margaret's first thought was, ' He's gonna mess with me again.'
She was ready to say no right off the bat. After a rollercoaster of a day, she was wiped out. She still had to prep breakfast for tomorrow. She wanted to say, "Raymond, can we just chill?"
But she knew it was useless. Talking about rights with Raymond was a joke. To him, she was just Marlon's daughter, who was loaded with sins to pay for.
Margaret said, "Fine. I'll go change."
Doing what he wanted was the only way to make it suck less. Tomorrow morning, she still had to hit the hospital for an abortion.
Margaret turned and noticed he had donned a camel coat over a shirt and sweater, complemented by loose jeans and boots.
She was a bit surprised. Raymond rarely dressed down, but he still looked sharp and caught her eye.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Raymond saw her thin frame lugging two big black trash bags. She was struggling but didn't ask for help.
Raymondignored her on purpose, waiting for her to ask, but she stayed quiet.
Margaret pushed ahead, wanting to dump the trash quickly.
"Can't you ask for help if you can't carry it? Margaret, are you even a woman?" Raymond's annoyed grunt came from behind.
She didn't think he'd help out of kindness; it was probably another way to mess with her.
Margaret said, "I can carry it."
Then a big hand touched her cold fingers.
Raymond said, "Let go."
Margaret said, "I wouldn't dare trouble Mr. Howard."
"Margaret, are you trying to pick a fight with me again?" He couldn't get why she was so stubborn.
He was her husband, the only guy she could rely on. Was it so difficult for her to say something kind?
Margaret had no clue what he was thinking. Hearing him insist on helping, she handed him the trash bag and forced a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Howard."
She used to call him Raymond, whether she was mad or happy. Now, "Mr. Howard" was her go-to.
Raymond felt annoyed, so he took the bag, sped up, and tossed the trash.
He got in the car first, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette in the basement.
Halfway through the smoke, Margaret opened the car door and got in, aiming for the back seat.
Raymond said, "Do you really think you're a princess and I'm your driver?"
"You used to be my driver, and you were my bodyguard too. How quickly you've forgotten; truly ungrateful," Margaret muttered.
As soon as she said it, she saw Raymond's pissed-off face in the rearview mirror. "Margaret, if we don't have sex for a day, do you get cranky?"
Margaret said, "I never asked you to have sex with me."
Raymond said, "Got cocky after getting some cash? Before I lose it, get your butt to the front seat!"
Margaret felt annoyed but still got out, opened the front passenger door, and sat down.
He didn't start the car until she clicked her seatbelt in place. Margaret had initially thought he would take her to a desolate place and strangle her to death. But instead, he took her to Silverbrook University, where they first met.
Margaret couldn't figure out why Raymond wanted to roam the campus at night.
They started at the freshman registration building. The place was empty, with only thick greenery and dim streetlights casting shadows.
Margaret was momentarily dazed; she remembered being there as the student council president, welcoming new students. She wore a red down jacket and perfect makeup, seeing Sarah bringing Raymond over. Raymond stood tall in a faded denim jacket, despite the cold and snow, with disdain in his eyes.
Back then, she didn't get his indifference. Now she knew—they met because of two lost lives.
Thinking of the past, Margaret felt a whirlwind of emotions.
Neither of them spoke as they walked around the entire university. On the sports field, there were young boys running, students loudly reciting vocabulary, and couples kissing.
Every corner held sweet memories. Margaret saw reflections of herself and Raymond in these students.
She couldn't help but smile and sigh. "Raymond, if I weren't Marlon's daughter, do you think we would have stayed sweet like before?"
Probably like these couples, they were wrapped up in love.
Raymond said, "If it weren't for the feud, we probably wouldn't have met."
Margaret heard this and looked at Raymond walking beside her, his face full of certainty.
Her heart felt like it had dropped from heaven to hell. Raymond didn't even leave her the last bit of fantasy.
"Really?" She smiled bitterly.
He glanced at her and kept walking. "It was hatred that pushed me step by step to where I am today. Hatred made me disciplined, excellent, ruthless, and cunning, turning me into someone I wasn't originally. Margaret, the old Raymond wasn't like the one you see now."
In the past, Raymond, though poor, had parents who ran a small restaurant and a family who loved and cared for him. He, like her, was surrounded by love. It was hatred that led them astray.
Raymond looked dazed. 'Without hatred, I would probably be an ordinary guy, inheriting my dad's small restaurant, becoming a chef, or learning a trade. I would marry a girl from a similar background, living a happy and ordinary life together.'
Margaret pressed her lips together, her fingers clenched tightly. So that's how it was. She had overthought it.
Raymond said, "Margaret, Marlon destroyed my originally ordinary and beautiful life. You are here to atone for his sins."
She saw his gaze turn gloomy, complex, and filled with hatred. Margaret couldn't help but smile sadly. She was here to repay Marlon's sins.
Maybe it was because her mood had worsened, or because her last bit of hope was gone, she blinked her dry eyes. "Let's go back. I still need to buy ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast. You have to go to work tomorrow."
"Look, a meteor shower! Make a wish!" a group of people exclaimed behind them, pointing at the sky.
Margaret and Raymond looked up at the same time, watching bright meteors streak across the sky.
Margaret closed her eyes and made a wish.
Though Raymond didn't believe in such things, he found himself making a wish too as he saw her like that.
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