Chapter 155 While She's Sick
In the Presidential Suite, Raymond was having a rough night. He'd barely dozed off when a nightmare about something happening to Margaret jolted him awake. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was only 8:40. He'd only managed to get two hours of sleep since last night.
Raymond dragged himself off the sofa, freshened up, downed a glass of warm water, and lit a cigarette. He had today's plans all laid out.
Margaret loved taking photos. She used to rave about how the photographer's skills made the pictures look amazing.
Raymond saw right through it but kept his mouth shut. The real reason was that Margaret was just naturally stunning. Gorgeous people look good in anything, even a burlap sack. For those who aren't, no amount of dressing up can help.
But he never told her that because he was all mixed up inside. The idea of being adored and clung to by Marlon's daughter was suffocating!
So, he rarely complimented her looks and instead gave credit to the photographer. This time, he had Alvin specifically arrange for that photographer to be at Margaret's service all day. The outfits were the same as before too.
Margaret loved the snacks from Silverwood. Even though he couldn't stand her back then, he remembered all her favorite foods. Everything they used to play with and snack on was ready for today.
He wondered how Margaret would react when she saw it all. Would she get his good intentions? Would she adjust her mood and willingly have the baby?
Raymond smoked, lost in thought. He actually despised himself for being this way. He thought he had a clear handle on love and hate, but somewhere along the line, he'd lost his heart!
After what Marlon did to his parents, how could he just accept that a car accident, leaving Marlon paralyzed and Percy in jail, was the end of it? When he found out about Marlon's accident, he acted all cold and heartless. Even when Nancy called, he didn't show any mercy.
He deliberately said some really harsh things, but those words weren't just for Margaret to hear. They were for himself too. He didn't want Margaret showing up in front of him because seeing her made him go soft! He couldn't bring himself to truly seek revenge!
But she insisted on making a deal with him, kissing him, seducing him. Now, while torturing her, he was also torturing himself. He had to admit, he'd lost his heart.
In this relationship, he used to be the one in control, but now she was the one pulling the strings. He was no longer immune to her influence.
Raymond used to not like smoking, but ever since Marlon's car accident, he'd become addicted. The ashtray quickly piled up like a mountain.
After a while, the phone rang. His hand, veins bulging, picked up the phone on the coffee table and answered it slowly.
The receptionist's polite voice came through, "Mr. Howard, would you like your breakfast delivered to your room?"
"No need. I'll make it myself," Raymond replied hoarsely.
He hung up the phone. He knew Margaret well; she was very picky, especially about food. You could say a big part of why she liked him was because he was a good cook. Secondly, he was a bodyguard, had a good physique, and looked good, which is why she liked him.
Raymond headed down to the supermarket, grabbed some ingredients for a nutritious meal for pregnant women, and found a tutorial video online. He was a quick learner with a photographic memory, so after watching it once, he had it down.
Half an hour later, he had whipped up a sticky but delicious-looking nutritious meal. The aroma filled the room.
Raymond was pretty pleased with himself. He figured Margaret would be happy when she saw it. As long as she had the baby, he was willing to make some concessions.
Little did he know, Margaret wasn't in the hotel anymore. She was in a dangerous situation!
He served the meal into two small white bowls and set them on the dining table. Then he knocked on the master bedroom door with a faint smile, "Time to get up!"
No response. Margaret had always been cold and distant towards him, so he was used to it. He assumed she was still asleep and thought it would be good to let her rest a bit longer.
He turned back to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and started prepping more ingredients. He made some of Margaret's favorite dishes, plated them, and brought them to the table.
But the master bedroom door still didn't open. He knocked again, this time more restrained and measured, knowing she could be in a bad mood when she first woke up.
Still no response. Raymond thought she was still sulking. After all, she had said some harsh words last night and wanted to live separately from him.
He checked his phone and saw that the message he sent her last night still hadn't been replied to. She used to reply instantly. Raymond felt frustrated. Even his best attempts to coax her were falling flat.
"Get up and eat. We have to leave at nine today. I found the photographer you were raving about. You can eat all the snacks you love today."
Still nothing. Raymond started to worry and called her.
Meanwhile, Margaret was out in the cold wind. Her illness made her already petite frame look even more fragile and pitiful. She stood by the lake, holding her phone. She saw Raymond's message and couldn't understand why he suddenly changed. Didn't he realize it was completely unnecessary?
He wanted her dead, tortured her, and she accepted it. Now he was pretending to take her on a nostalgic trip? Wasn't he afraid that if he treated her well, she wouldn't want to die? She'd want to have the baby, live a few more days?
She couldn't figure out what Raymond was up to. At that moment, the phone rang. She pressed her lips together, looking at Raymond's name flashing on the screen, feeling so suffocated she could hardly breathe.
What did he want? The phone kept ringing. Margaret blinked her dry eyes. He rarely called her, especially since he started neglecting her. Her first reaction was to touch the answer button, wanting to hear his voice. Over the years, she had developed an instinct to answer his calls immediately, a habit that was hard to break.
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