Chapter 177 The Kiss That's Hard to Refuse
Margaret blinked, her eyes dry and unfocused for a moment. The cold wind felt like knives, cutting into her pale face. Her first instinct was to get in the car because it was freezing out here.
She walked over to the black Bentley, her face blank, and reached for the door handle. But then, an image flashed in her mind—Sarah's provocative eyes, snuggling into his arms, and he didn't push her away. He seemed to enjoy it!
Had he just finished hugging Sarah and then bumped into her here? Margaret pressed her lips together, pulling her hand back from the car door. She turned and stomped away down the road, fuming.
She wasn't someone who could just let things slide. She wasn't a pet that would wag its tail after being slapped and then thrown a bone.
The black Bentley quickly caught up with her, and the window rolled down with a swish. The sharp honking pierced her eardrums. Raymond said impatiently, "I told you to wait for me outside the ward. Why did you run? It's freezing out here, why aren't you getting in the car?"
Margaret ignored him and picked up her pace. How ironic. Why did she have the illusion that he still cared about her? It must be the wind—too strong and too cold—messing with her head! That had to be it! No one knew better than her how cold-blooded Raymond was and how much he wished for her death.
"Margaret, I don't have time for this! Get in the car now, do you hear me?" His tone grew more impatient.
Margaret sneered; he was so domineering even when trying to coax someone. Clearly, he was the one who did something wrong. Her feet were numb beyond belief. But she could still hold on. She would rather freeze to death than get in his car and be pitied by him.
Raymond turned the steering wheel, and the black Bentley instantly blocked her path. He didn't get out of the car; instead, he spoke through the window, his tone grim. The veins on his fingers gripping the steering wheel were already bulging.
"Margaret, have you forgotten who needs whom? Don't you want Marlon to resume his medication?" Raymond didn't want to threaten her, but she was being too disobedient.
She ran off to live with Daniel, causing him to search for days, and he didn't get angry, yet she was throwing a tantrum. She injured Sarah's face like that; shouldn't she apologize? And Sarah was magnanimous enough not to hold it against her.
Margaret was indeed delicate, unable to endure any grievance. The Hughes Family had been down for so long, yet she still didn't know how to restrain herself. Thinking of this, Raymond's eyes grew even colder and darker.
With those words, Margaret's steps halted. She instantly calmed down. She came here today to please Raymond, didn't she? What right did she have to be angry, to throw a tantrum? She wasn't Sarah; she couldn't get special treatment from Raymond. Thinking of this, Margaret felt exhausted.
She should have obediently gotten in the car from the start; making a scene only made her a laughingstock. She opened the car door and got in. Raymond's expression softened a bit, and the car sped away.
Margaret fastened her seatbelt without a word. The driver's side window was still open, and the cold wind howled through, messing up Margaret's long hair, which fell like a tangled ball of yarn on her pale cheeks.
Margaret reached out her slender, beautiful fingers, gently brushing the hair behind her ear. Raymond closed the window coldly. She still didn't speak; having stood in the cold wind for too long, her fingers were red, so she rubbed them on her knees. She felt a bit warm after a while.
Raymond drove in silence, noticing from the corner of his eye that she was feeling cold. He casually turned on the heater, directing it towards Margaret. The warm air slowly seeped into her numb body, and Margaret's thoughts gradually returned.
They arrived at the apartment. Margaret asked, "Can my father resume his medication now?"
Raymond's face turned cold; was Marlon the only thing they could talk about now? But back then, they had so much to talk about. Now, it was just arguments.
Margaret noticed his expression and thought he was unwilling. "Mr. Diaz said if he doesn't resume his medication tonight, he will die! Raymond, you asked me to apologize, and I did. You asked me to get in the car, and I listened. What more do you want?" Margaret grabbed his coat, gritting her teeth.
Seeing her treat him like an enemy, Raymond's anger flared up again. He asked her to apologize, but he didn't ask her to run off and live with Daniel, nor did he ask her to threaten to hand him over to Sarah and abandon the position of Mrs. Howard. The position of Mrs. Howard wasn't something she could take or leave as she pleased.
At first, he only wanted to use her, to get close to her, never intending to love her. It was she who was full of him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, promising to stay with him for life, and claiming that she only loved him. Did she think her words were just hot air?
Raymond thought about Margaret, who once loved him but no longer did. She wanted to divorce him and didn't want to have children with him. Her heart was with Daniel and that little mute boy, but not with him. He couldn't accept it.
Raymond glanced at her belly; she was pregnant. He couldn't mess with her. Raymond suppressed all the bitterness in his heart and said expressionlessly, "Go take a shower."
"Raymond!" Margaret bit her lip, growling. Marlon wouldn't survive the night, and he still had the mood to make love? Was Sarah not enough for him just now? Margaret said, "If you want to make love, you can go find Sarah."
"You think I asked you to shower because I want to make love?" Raymond was momentarily dazed; he just wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down. In her eyes, was he just an animal driven by desire?
Margaret said with a sneer, "If you didn't want to make love, would you ask me to shower?"
"Margaret, I'll say it one last time, go take a shower!" Raymond squinted, his eyes full of danger.
Margaret stood still, and Raymond took out his phone to call Hubert. Just as he called out Hubert's name, Margaret snatched his phone and hung up, then obediently went to shower.
She misunderstood, thinking he was calling Hubert to abandon Marlon's treatment. But he didn't plan to explain; if she could be obedient, even out of fear and misunderstanding, what did it matter? As long as he could keep Margaret firmly by his side, everything could be taken slowly.
She showered quickly, coming out in less than ten minutes. When she came out, she was wrapped tightly in a bathrobe, her long hair still dripping, her eyes misty.
She held a hairdryer, intending to go to the master bedroom to dry her hair, but saw Raymond sitting on the bed, wearing a gray shirt and black trousers. He looked up, their eyes meeting.
Beneath the thick lenses of his glasses, his eyes showed no emotion. Raymond beckoned to her, saying, "Come here."
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