Chapter 214 This Is So Disgusting
Raymond's eyes flickered with surprise and astonishment. If he remembered right, this was the first time in a year she had come to him for help.
It felt like the old Margaret was back. The old Margaret used to talk to him in a soft, gentle way, with a hint of playful innocence.
Raymond leaned in, looking at her pale cheeks. His long fingers threaded through her hair, and he couldn't help but tenderly touch the ends.
Margaret's hair had a pleasant, faint scent of shampoo. It was subtle, refreshing, and gradually filled his senses. Her lips were a soft pink. Before she could react, he kissed her.
Raymond had kissed her many times before, but it was always with a sense of punishment, a way to vent his anger. But this time was different. He was so careful, so gentle, as if he were afraid of breaking her.
Margaret's eyes were open. She didn't dare move or resist. She just stared blankly as he kissed her.
Because the current Raymond was different from before—irritable and quick to anger—she couldn't predict his emotions. And she needed his help now, so she didn't dare push him away.
Raymond suddenly stopped, opened his eyes, and said, "Close your eyes." He used to speak with threats and coercion. This time, it was soothing.
Just like the first time they made love, Margaret was terrified because she had no experience. People were always afraid of the unknown.
At that time, she was so scared that her face turned white, and her body trembled slightly. Raymond held her tightly in his arms and whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, trying to calm her down. He said, "Baby, trust me, I won't do anything without your consent."
Raymond's kiss had a bewitching power, and her body gradually softened, becoming less resistant to making love. She saw how much he was suffering, how uncomfortable he was.
Margaret agreed. But it was still very painful. She told him to stop, that she couldn't take it, but he assured her he wouldn't move recklessly. Men's words always had a clear purpose. In the end, he got his way and made her very happy.
Margaret closed her eyes, her mind filled with memories of the past until she felt something cold on her body, an unfamiliar sensation.
She suddenly opened her eyes. The bathrobe on her body was long gone. Raymond's fingers were moving downward, intending to go further.
Margaret suddenly remembered that the attending doctor had told her she couldn't have sex. She couldn't die so soon. She hadn't seen Marlon wake up yet and hadn't confirmed that the Hughes Family was safe. She crossed her arms over her chest and bit her lip, saying, "No."
Raymond, in high spirits, was suddenly stopped, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.
Margaret saw him look up, staring at her expressionlessly, with no trace of desire in his eyes, saying in a questioning tone, "Then who can?"
She was stunned; he had misunderstood her again. Before she could answer, Raymond said with a sneer, "The little mute? Or Daniel? Margaret, I'm your husband, and I can't even have sex with you? Is this how you ask for my help?"
Margaret's fingers gripped the edge of the bed tightly. Margaret thought to herself, 'Damn it, Raymond! You're such an idiot. I can't have sex with you because I'm terminally ill. You know that, yet you still act this way. Do you think this is fun?'
She blinked her dry eyes. She quickly realized that Raymond was doing this to torment her. He was stalking her; he couldn't possibly not know about her condition.
Raymond's fetish was truly twisted; he liked having sex with someone who was dying. Margaret felt a deep sense of frustration. She bit her lip and said helplessly, "Raymond, if I have sex with you, will you find a way to wake my dad up early?"
"That depends on your performance, Mrs. Howard." He emphasized "Mrs. Howard," as if reminding her not to forget her identity.
Margaret weighed the pros and cons. She wanted to take a gamble, maybe Marlon would wake up early. The doctor told her to do whatever she wanted and not to have any regrets. To fulfill her wishes, she had to be brave enough to try.
Margaret wrapped her arms around Raymond's neck and kissed him. He was very satisfied.
'Seeing me surrender must have given him a great sense of accomplishment,' Margaret thought. When he made love to her, he was very careful, very gentle.
Perhaps because they hadn't been intimate for a long time, Margaret felt a lot of pain. Although he was very considerate, she remained clear-headed, without any desire.
It wasn't like this before. It must be that Margaret's love for him had almost faded away. After going through so many terrible things, she had broken her promise.
At their wedding, she had lovingly told Raymond that no matter what happened, she would love him forever and ever.
He had once asked her this question, he said, "Margaret, if I'm not good to you after we get married, will you still love me?"
At that time, she was very confident, her eyes sparkling as she said, "I have confidence in myself; you can't possibly be bad to me."
But they had only been married for a little over a year. Margaret's feelings had changed; she found that she couldn't like the current Raymond. She felt more hatred, more rejection. But even so, she was still forced to be entangled with him, entangled until the last moment of her life.
Margaret stared at the ceiling in the dark, staring at the light. Her lip was bitten until it bled. It was as if this act of making love was a slow death for her. But it didn't affect Raymond's desire at all.
Margaret thought to herself, 'It's probably because Sarah can't satisfy his physical needs, which is why he's always wanting to have sex.'
"If it weren't for the fact that you're pregnant, I'd really want to ravage you to death," he said when it was over.
Margaret sneered, Raymond was such a pervert, to have such a bizarre thought, to ravage her to death, how much of an eyesore was she to him?
"I'm going to take a shower." Margaret got out of bed and went to the bathroom without waiting for his response. Because she felt very dirty. Raymond had had sex with Sarah, and he had Sarah's scent on him. It was disgusting.
Margaret turned on the shower, applied body wash all over her body, and washed very carefully, not missing any place he had touched.
A crisp sound. Margaret looked up and saw the bathroom door open. Raymond, completely naked, stepped into the bathroom before saying, "I want to take a shower with you."
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