Chapter 179 He Has the Scent of Another Woman's Perfume on Him
Margaret was shaking with anger. Every time they argued and he couldn't win, he'd drag innocent people into it. Her fingers clenched on their own.
"Put your hand down!" Raymond barked.
She was fuming inside, wanting to slap him and make him disappear. But she still had a bit of rationality left. Daniel had saved her more than once; he shouldn't be dragged into this mess. Thinking of this, she looked at her hands on her chest, which then fell limply to her sides.
Raymond's handsome but cold face was getting closer and closer. She could even feel his warm breath and the scent of Sarah's perfume on him. Margaret wanted to dodge but couldn't.
Raymond's lips were soft, but like him, they were cold. She didn't want to smell Sarah's perfume, so she held her breath, her face turning red.
Raymond thought she was shy, so his kisses became even more gentle. But she still instinctively tried to back away, and when she could retreat no further, he felt the warm liquid.
After he let her go, he saw Margaret's pale face covered in tears. Her curled eyelashes were also adorned with a few crystal-clear teardrops. Her whole demeanor was timid, as if she was very afraid of him.
This was a look he had never seen before. The Margaret of the past looked at him with a burning, unhidden admiration! How did it come to this?
Raymond felt a surge of irritation and grabbed her chin forcefully as he said, "Why are you crying? Is my kiss really upsetting you this much?" his brows furrowed deeply.
Margaret knew that if she were smart and sensible, she should have pleased him, said she wasn't upset, then taken the initiative to make love to him to please him. But she really lost control.
Thinking about how he tricked her into going to Silverwood for a trip, only for Sarah to try to kill her, and Raymond, who had tried to kill her multiple times, Margaret just couldn't accept it.
Tears streamed down as Margaret cried loudly. Her crying made Raymond's mind a mess, irritating him even more. He snapped, "If you want your dad to die, then go ahead and keep crying!"
Margaret instantly stopped crying. Hot tears blurred her vision. She couldn't cry. Marlon needed to resume his treatment tonight. Making love to Raymond was nothing. Margaret thought to herself, 'Margaret, don't feel wronged, you no longer have the right to feel wronged.'
With slender fingers, she wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit, then, under Raymond's astonished gaze, her fingers precisely touched the belt of her robe.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled hard. The robe instantly slid off Margaret's shoulders. Her fragrant shoulders were exposed in front of Raymond. But he showed no expression, no desire in his eyes. He said in the coldest tone, "Are you crazy?"
Wasn't this what he wanted? Why was he blaming her now? Margaret held the robe that had slid halfway down; covering half and revealing half was the most enticing.
Margaret said seriously, "Raymond, we can make love, but you have to call Mr. Diaz now to resume my dad's treatment."
Raymond looked at her disdainfully and said, "Who do you think you are? You think you can negotiate with me?" He had only wanted to kiss her, but she acted like this. In Margaret's eyes, was he that desperate? Margaret always used her body, her feelings, to negotiate with him!
Even when it came to having a kid, she used a bunch of conditions to force him to compromise. And now, it was the same old story.
Raymond suddenly realized that the Margaret standing in front of him was no longer the bright and lovely girl he remembered. She had turned into someone he didn't even recognize.
He hated this new Margaret. He wanted the old Margaret, the one who was all about him, to come back. He sat up, straightened the wrinkles on his suit, and said, "You should go negotiate with Daniel. He should be able to satisfy you."
With that, Raymond got up and turned to leave the master bedroom. His good mood was completely ruined by her.
Margaret panicked; she couldn't let him leave. If he left, Marlon would be doomed. Margaret got out of bed without thinking and hugged his waist tightly with her delicate hands.
"Raymond, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that you always pull this trick! You always go back on your word! If you really wanted to save my dad, why didn't you call Mr. Diaz earlier?" Margaret asked, confused.
What she didn't know was that Raymond didn't want to hear her talk about Marlon at all. He wanted her care and her love, not her pleading for others. Was she really that kind? She could empathize with everyone, but why couldn't she understand his feelings?
Raymond took a deep breath, not even willing to turn around, and pried her fingers off one by one. As he pried them off, Margaret said again, "Raymond! What do you want? What will it take for you to save my dad?"
Hearing this, he turned around and saw the deep confusion in her eyes. He said with a sneer, "You don't know what I want?"
Margaret thought for a long time, and she felt that besides being interested in her body, there seemed to be nothing else. There was a deep-seated hatred between them; he didn't love her. They said a woman's heart was hard to understand, but wasn't Raymond's heart just as difficult to comprehend?
Margaret said, "I really can't guess. Can you just tell me? Raymond, you're making me feel so tired, uncomfortable, and hurt."
Raymond said with a sneer, "Is it that you can't guess, or you don't want to put in the effort to guess?"
Margaret thought he probably wouldn't make the call early tonight. If they stayed on this topic, they would just argue, which would anger him and be pointless.
"Fine, then you have to call Mr. Diaz afterward, is that okay?" Margaret bit her lip and took the initiative to compromise. The robe fell completely off her.
But she couldn't see any expression on Raymond's face. He seemed completely uninterested. How could this be? But she couldn't think of any other way.
Margaret didn't want to give up, even if it meant risking his ridicule, she had to take a chance. She took the initiative to hug his waist and stood on tiptoe. She kissed him directly, aiming for his lips.
Raymond turned his face. The kiss landed on his cheek. "Margaret, you're even more despicable than I thought! Just now when I kissed you, you avoided it like the plague. So why are you shamelessly coming onto me now?"
Raymond said with a mocking smile, "Look at you now, your intentions are so obvious. You don't even know how to hide your little schemes?"
"Raymond, that's my dad! What will it take for you to save him? If you don't call, he will die!" Margaret didn't know if it was her pride being hurt by his words or his attitude, but she broke down crying, grabbing his suit collar as she said, "Raymond, it's enough! Tonight, you've humiliated me twice, Sarah humiliated me once, isn't that enough?"
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