Chapter 143 The More You Struggle, The More Interested I Become
Back then, he got close to her just to get back at her, to use her!
But she acted like he was her whole world!
When she had completely messed with his head, when he wanted her to have his kid, when he was ready to let go of his hate and go back to the way things were with her, she said she regretted meeting him?
Why should he be the only one to suffer? She said she was done just like that. If she was gonna give up, why did she act like she was so into him in the first place?
Raymond's anger flared up, and his kiss was full of hate.
He bit and gnawed until he tasted blood on her lips, and he still couldn't calm down.
His big hand ripped apart her sweater.
Margaret was terrified by his violent behavior and kept fighting back.
But it was useless.
It seemed the more she struggled, the more interested he got.
If it were before, she would have just taken it, tried to please him.
But today, she was too mad!
She couldn't stand that Raymond, who had been flirting with Sarah right in front of her, would come back and try to make love to her! And he wanted her dead!
"Raymond, get off me! Let me go!"
"Raymond, you're a beast!"
Her curses only made Raymond angrier. Just as he was about to go further, a light slap echoed in the dark room.
Raymond was stunned; Margaret had actually hit him!
"Get out! I don't want to see you!" Margaret's eyes were red from crying, and she pitifully wrapped herself in the blanket, shouting at him.
Raymond clenched his fists, and his earlier anger turned into complete dejection.
Margaret treated him like an enemy, telling him to get out and that she didn't want to see him.
How could someone as proud as Raymond continue?
"You got what you wanted and now treat me like this? Margaret, you better pray that the baby in your womb is fine, or I'll settle all the scores with you!" Raymond warned.
Hearing this, Margaret seemed to be provoked, grabbed the pillow from the bedside, and threw it at him.
The pillow hit his increasingly tense and handsome face and finally fell at his feet.
"Get out! Raymond, I don't want to see you! Get out!" Margaret pointed at the door. As she roared, Raymond clearly saw her tears falling.
She had gone to such lengths for Daniel.
"Margaret, do you know how disgusting you are? You haven't even divorced me yet, and you're already entangled with Daniel. No matter how much you want a divorce, you should have some sense of commitment, right? Once the baby is born, even if you don't leave, I'll make you leave!" Raymond sneered. Although he didn't mean it, his words were hurtful.
Margaret covered her ears and shouted while crying, "I don't want to hear you anymore! Raymond, please, just get out!"
The way she repelled him now bore no resemblance to the way she used to adore him years ago.
Raymond sneered; sure enough, she had indeed changed.
They were no longer on the same path.
Raymond slammed the door as he left. Even if things were different, he would forcefully bring her back and return to the past!
As the door closed heavily, Margaret hugged her knees and cried painfully.
The immense sorrow in her heart was like a net, deeply trapping her, and she couldn't escape.
When people were in deep pain and sadness, sometimes they couldn't even cry.
Margaret wailed in despair, screamed, and frantically tore at the bedding.
He said he wanted her to have this child, but did he know anything about parenting?
Didn't the doctor tell him not to stress a pregnant woman, not to make her feel bad?
Sarah was right, Raymond was just a pervert, wanting her to have a child just to watch her suffer.
Margaret lay on the bed in distress, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her sleep quality kept getting worse. Tonight, she didn't sleep at all.
Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts that wouldn't settle down.
She watched as the dark bedroom gradually became brighter.
She watched the morning sunlight shine on the treetops.
When Mary arrived, she saw Margaret already sitting on the couch and was quite surprised. Mary said with concern, "Mrs. Hughes, you're up so early today? Pregnant women usually sleep a lot, why do you sleep so little?"
Margaret wanted to tell her that she hadn't slept all night.
But she didn't want to trouble Mary, and saying it wouldn't help, so she gave up before saying, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for my body."
"That's a good habit. Mrs. Hughes, please wait a moment, I'll make you breakfast."
Mary moved quickly, and in just twenty minutes, a bowl of fragrant pregnancy food was ready.
Margaret didn't have much appetite, but seeing Mary's eager eyes, she still finished the whole portion.
After washing the dishes, Mary saw Margaret get up and said excitedly, "Mrs. Hughes, your belly is gradually showing. In a few months, you'll have a healthy, beautiful baby!"
"I wonder if Mrs. Hughes's baby will be a boy or a girl. A boy should look like Mr. Howard, and a girl should look like you, with a pair of expressive eyes."
Margaret walked to the full-length mirror and indeed saw her belly starting to protrude!
Did that mean her health was getting worse and her days were numbered?
"Mrs. Hughes, how about I accompany you for a walk? The sun is particularly nice today, and pregnant women should get more sunlight!" Mary suggested again.
Margaret thought she probably wouldn't have many more sunny days to see.
Silverbrook's winter had fewer sunny days than other places, mostly drizzly or heavy snow.
"Okay." Margaret smiled.
She didn't want Mary to accompany her, but Mary was worried about the baby in her belly and insisted on following, so Margaret agreed.
As soon as they walked out of the apartment door,Margaret's phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Margaret didn't think much and answered the call.
A man said into the phone, "Is this Margaret?"
"It's me, who are you?" Margaret said.
The man continued, "You have a package. I'm at the Hughes Manor, could you come down to pick it up?"
"You must be mistaken, I haven't ordered anything recently." Margaret was a bit confused; it was common for packages to be delivered to the wrong address.
The voice on the phone said, "No, the recipient is Ms. Hughes. Aren't you Margaret Hughes?"
Margaret suddenly remembered something, grabbed her phone, and blurted out, "Is it from Ashley?"
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