Chapter 181 The Parrot Speaks
The parrot seemed to get what he was saying and quickly squawked, "Margaret loves Raymond! Margaret loves Raymond!"
Raymond's face warmed up a bit. He poured the feed from his big hand into the parrot's food tray. With a faint smile, Raymond said, "Margaret wants to have Raymond's baby!"
The parrot munched on the feed, repeating, "Margaret wants to have Raymond's baby! Margaret wants to have Raymond's baby!"
No wonder she bought it; the bird was charming and chatty. But Raymond had no clue that Margaret had already lost the baby.
Lately, Raymond had been feeling on edge and wasn't sleeping well. The only thing keeping him sane was the parrot's chatter.
That night, Raymond had a sweet dream. He dreamed of him and Margaret soaking up the sun on the grass, kissing, holding hands like any regular couple, strolling down the street, enjoying the envious looks from others.
Then, a cute little girl showed up beside them. The little girl was adorable, and even though she was young, he could tell she'd grow up to be a beauty.
Her eyes were just like Margaret's. She had her hair in braids, wore a little floral dress, and reached out for him to pick her up.
Raymond scooped up his daughter, and she kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Daddy, you're awesome." Margaret got jealous and leaned in for a kiss too. The daughter then kissed Margaret on the cheek.
The dream was long, but it was warm, free, and romantic the whole way through. It was everything Raymond fantasized about family life.
He was jolted awake by the alarm clock because he had to take Margaret for a prenatal checkup today, so he had to get up early to make her breakfast.
Thinking back to that dream, he was still savoring it. He used his phone to search for baby girl names. He looked through a bunch but wasn't satisfied. It seemed he'd have to take his time to pick a good name. Then he headed to the kitchen to whip up a meal for Margaret.
Raymond cooking for her was actually his way of making up. Last night, she had provoked him, which was why he was so rough with her. If she hadn't been so sharp-tongued, he wouldn't have made love to her so many times.
Everyone had a temper, especially him, but he gradually found that he was becoming more patient, especially when it came to Margaret. He could break all his set boundaries and rules for her.
Raymond took out the veggies and quickly chopped them with a knife; his knife skills were top-notch, clearly showing he cooked often.
When they first got together, he had cooked for her once. Because of the hatred in his heart, he was always cold and indifferent to Margaret, and she was the one who took the initiative more often.
To improve their relationship, she would always say in his ear, "Raymond, you're such a great cook! If I could eat your cooking every day, I think I'd be the happiest person in the world!"
Raymond didn't agree to her right away. Margaret was the kind of person who wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted. She said sweet words and pestered him, and for the sake of revenge, he went along with her.
Until later, when they got married, and she pushed him into Hughes Group, filling his days with work, he stopped cooking for her. Margaret, to take care of him, even went out of her way to learn how to cook and made meals for him every day.
He eventually became very picky about food until Marlon fell down the stairs and went into a coma, and he took control of the Hughes Group, ending everything.
Maybe it was because he was getting older, but Raymond found himself surprisingly nostalgic for the past, for the days when Margaret clung to him, asking for kisses and hugs.
He didn't take work as seriously anymore. If he could, he wanted to spend more time with his family. If he could, he wouldn't miss any of Margaret's future prenatal checkups.
He finished making the meal and just placed it on the dining table. Margaret, wearing a bathrobe and slippers, walked out looking disheveled. Seeing the steaming food on the table, her face remained expressionless.
Raymond told her to wash up and get ready to eat. She sneered and then went to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Margaret sat down and ate the meal without any expression. Suddenly, her phone dinged. She glanced at it; it was a message from Nancy, telling her that Marlon had resumed treatment last night.
Margaret turned off her phone and looked up at Raymond, who was eating with a handsome yet cold demeanor. He kept his word. However, she wouldn't be grateful to him; she was in this situation because of him.
"Haven't you seen enough? Eat your food." Raymond's cold gaze fell on her. He immediately noticed the bruises on her neck and the marks on her collarbone. Last night, he had indeed been too rough.
Margaret lowered her eyes and focused on eating as she said, "From now on, let Mary handle the cooking. You should let her come back."
"I'm not good enough to cook for you?" Raymond had intended to say he would apply some ointment to her neck later, but hearing her words, his face turned cold again.
Margaret murmured, "I'm not worthy of eating it."
"You're my wife. If you're not worthy of eating it, who is?" Raymond's eyes filled with anger. She was always like this.
When he stopped Marlon's treatment, she clung to him. When Marlon's treatment resumed, she spoke coldly to him. Why did her intentions have to be so obvious? Didn't she know to be grateful when he cooked for her?
Margaret looked up and said, "When have you ever treated me as your wife, Mr. Howard? Haven't you always used my feelings and treated me as a stepping stone for your revenge?"
Hearing Margaret's words, Raymond gripped the spoon handle, anger boiling inside him, crashing around. But he was still holding back.
She added, "Now that I'm no longer useful, you don't need to put on an act with me."
Raymond said with a sneer, "Eat your food and talk less. Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
Margaret was stunned for a moment, thinking, 'Does he want me dead that much? He even cursed me to choke to death while eating?'
Margaret suddenly found the meal tasteless, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She put down the spoon.
"Finish your food." Raymond frowned. "Even if you're throwing a tantrum, think about the baby in your womb."
Margaret sneered. The baby was long gone, but Raymond didn't know. "I can't eat anymore. If you think it's a waste, you can eat it," Margaret said with anger.
Raymond thought about the upcoming prenatal checkup and decided not to argue with her. He didn't force her to continue eating but changed the subject, saying, "If you're not eating, go change your clothes. I'll take you to the hospital for the checkup later."
Margaret froze at his words. What she feared had come true. She had miscarried; what was the point of a checkup?
With Marlon just resuming treatment, if Raymond found out the baby was gone, Margaret couldn't imagine the consequences. Would he strangle her in a fit of rage?
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