Chapter 178 What Are You Dodging For
Raymond's lazy stance was as if he were beckoning a pet cat that didn't really matter. Margaret didn't want to go over; her pride was more important. But she needed his help, and Marlon was still waiting for his medication.
With heavy steps, she gripped the hairdryer tightly and walked towards him, feeling like she was walking towards her fate—unwilling but with no other choice.
When she reached him, he took the hairdryer from her hand and plugged it in. Margaret knew what he wanted to do. Just as his big hand was about to touch her hair, she jerked back a step like she had been electrocuted.
"What are you dodging for?" Maybe her reaction hurt his pride; his face darkened instantly, and his brows furrowed.
Margaret pursed her lips, denying, "I didn't dodge."
"Then why don't you come over?" Raymond's tone grew heavier.
Margaret exhaled slightly. "I don't want to trouble you."
"You've troubled me so many times already; one more time won't hurt. Come here!" He pulled her over.
The hairdryer buzzed. His long, well-defined fingers moved back and forth on her scalp. The warm touch didn't move her at all. If it were before, she would have blushed if he had been so attentive in drying her hair.
He must have some ulterior motive for being so out of character. Margaret thought he probably felt guilty for all the wrongs he had done to her. But she didn't need it; she needed him to resume Marlon's treatment.
"Raymond," Margaret said instinctively, her sudden, urgent tone breaking the harmonious atmosphere.
No need to ask; he knew what she wanted to say. Could he not even spend a quiet moment with her now? Raymond's hand, which was drying her hair, suddenly paused.
Margaret looked up, wanting to ask about Marlon's medication, but he glared at her and said impatiently, "Can't you be quiet? So much talk just for drying hair?"
All her words were stuck in her throat. Margaret lowered her eyes. Her fingers tightened around the bathrobe belt. She wanted to be quiet, but could she? If she stayed quiet, Marlon would die. So he was already so impatient with her. Since he was so impatient, why bother pretending to dry her hair? Wasn't it disgusting?Margaret swallowed the words she wanted to retort.
After drying her hair, Raymond put the hairdryer into the drawer of the bedside table. The gray shirt and black trousers he wore were bought by her.
Since they started dating, she had been responsible for his outfits and daily necessities. He wore the shirt and trousers she bought and went to hug Sarah. Who knew what else he did after she left?
Margaret found the shirt an eyesore and felt a heaviness in her heart. But she didn't want to fuss over it anymore, nor did she want to make a fuss.
"Raymond, can you call Mr. Diaz now? If my dad doesn't get his medication tonight, he won't make it!" Margaret knew she shouldn't keep bringing this up. But she was Marlon's only daughter; she had no choice!
Sure enough, when Raymond turned around, his eyes were cold. He said "Margaret, is this the only thing you can talk about?"
"We're just a transaction. What else is there to talk about?" Margaret couldn't understand. Talk about how shameless and heartless he was? Or how he treated her differently from Sarah?
She didn't want to bring up these unhappy things anymore. All her focus was on her family now. She just wanted to arrange everything for the Hughes Family before she died. Then disappear from this world completely, letting all hatred vanish with her death.
She thought she had done her best. It was already quite good. What more did Raymond want from her? She blinked her dry eyes and said with a bitter smile, "Raymond, that's enough."
"I should be the one saying that." His cold fingers precisely pinched Margaret's chin. His face was very close to hers. Their noses were almost touching.
Despite their intimate distance, there was no hint of intimacy. Margaret instinctively wanted to avoid him.
Raymond's jealousy burned wildly inside. Did she really reject him so much? She used to long for him to be this close. The old Margaret would cling to him, pester him, and kiss him willingly. How did things change so much now? Was it because of those few days she spent with Daniel?
Raymond wanted to test how much she rejected him. He deliberately leaned forward. She was forced onto the bed.
Warm breath sprayed on Margaret's cheeks and neck. Her heartbeat instantly quickened. It was the height of irony; he had used her feelings to do all sorts of bad things, yet when he got close, her heart still raced, and she still wanted to fall into his arms. Margaret really despised herself for this.
Seeing that she wasn't rejecting him as much, Raymond's expression softened. Her pale lips made her look even more pitiable in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her.
It had been a long time since they had done something so intimate. Raymond smelled the fragrance emanating from her, and he had the urge to go further.
As Raymond's body drew closer, his handsome features seemed to radiate an aura that enveloped Margaret. For a moment, she felt a strong urge to give in.
A whiff of perfume suddenly entered Margaret's nose. She was very familiar with this scent. It was Sarah's favorite perfume. Right, they had hugged so tightly in the hospital room, so it was normal for his shirt to have Sarah's perfume scent, wasn't it?
Margaret instantly snapped back to reality. She pushed him away with both hands, not letting him kiss her. She said in a resolute tone, "Raymond, that's enough!"
Was it fun for him to mess with her like this? Did he feel a sense of accomplishment? If he wanted to tease her, he should at least change his clothes. How could he shamelessly wear a shirt with Sarah's perfume to get close to her? Margaret frowned, angrily glaring at him.
Undoubtedly, this behavior infuriated Raymond. He grabbed her chin and said with a cold smile, "I think it's far from enough. Aren't you willing to do anything for your shameless dad? Why are you so reluctant to let me kiss you? Have you developed feelings for Daniel?"
"Raymond! I'm not as shameless as you!" Margaret glared at him, growling. But he sneered, his cold lips approaching hers. She was about to dodge.
Raymond said, "If you dodge again, I'll make Daniel suffer, believe it or not?"
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