Chapter 222 Can You Compete with God?
But she never dreamed that Raymond's idea of repayment was the downfall of the Hughes Family, her becoming destitute, and being oppressed by him.
Margaret didn't want to believe him or agree to his terms, but now, she didn't have any other choice but to accept his proposal obediently.
Margaret blinked her eyes. "Okay."
"Then let's assemble the baby stroller. You help me." Raymond was very pleased with her response and tore open the stroller's packaging.
After finding the instruction manual, Raymond seriously read the instructions, then asked Margaret to find the parts for him. He would do the assembling.
Margaret always found the parts quickly and handed them to him. They worked together perfectly.
Tonight, there were stars and a moon. The third floor's lights were off, so the starlight and moonlight shone through the open window, falling on them, casting a dappled pattern on the floor.
Margaret noticed that their shadows were connected. Her shadow on the floor looked lifeless, like a wilting flower, hanging dejectedly on a branch, ready to be blown off by the wind at any moment.
His shadow, however, was tall and vigorous, the complete opposite of hers. Their shadows were intertwined.
She had once heard a legend that if she stepped on someone's shadow, they would never be separated.
To chase after Raymond, she used to secretly follow him, finding various excuses to get close to him and step on his shadow. In the end, they were inseparable, but it was in a way of mutual torment.
Margaret, feeling bored, just watched him. He was seriously assembling, as if he were working on a billion-dollar project.
Margaret couldn't help but wonder if he was acting. But if he were acting, why would he be so focused?
It gave her the illusion that he was genuinely looking forward to the arrival of this child.
She didn't know who was right and who was wrong. Whenever she thought about it, her scalp would tingle, so she didn't want to think deeply about it.
Whether he cared about this child or knew about her terminal illness didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that she knew he was eagerly waiting for her to die. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so eager to prepare a coffin for her.
From the moment Marlon had the car accident and needed money, he had been saying how much he wished for her death.
At that time, she was unwilling to accept it, even more unwilling to believe that the Raymond she had nurtured would betray her and treat her this way, so she always wanted to ask for the reason.
She had asked that question many times, like if she were to disappear forever, would he be sad? Would he cry? Would he attend her funeral?
Raymond's answer was that he would set off fireworks for days and nights to celebrate her death.
Now she had come to terms with it. She no longer foolishly asked those pointless questions. She could also accept the fact that he hated her and wished for her early death.
Margaret propped her chin with one hand, seriously watching Raymond.
His features were still the same as when they first met, which were even more mature and attractive than back then.
At that time, Raymond was inexperienced and awkward. Now, except for being a bad person, he was perfect in every other way.
But how did Raymond, a perfectly fine person, and their perfectly fine marriage come to this point?
Thinking about these heavy topics made Margaret feel suffocated with exhaustion.
Raymond finished assembling the stroller, always feeling her gaze on him.
When he finished, he looked up and saw that she hadn't looked away.
He remembered the past, when they had just started dating. He was reading in the university library, and she watched him blatantly.
Raymond would knowingly ask, "What are you doing?"
"I'm watching my boyfriend. Can't help it, you are too handsome, I can never get enough," She would reply mischievously.
Thinking of the past, Raymond was momentarily dazed and blurted out, "What are you doing?"
"I'm watching you," Margaret answered the same way.
Her gaze was honest, a bit tired. When she answered, her eyes never left his face.
"Why are you watching me?" Raymond frowned.
Margaret thought, 'He probably doesn't want me to watch him, after all, I am Marlon's daughter. Being watched by Marlon's daughter, he should feel disgusted, nauseated, right?'
Margaret smiled. "I want to remember what you look like."
She was telling the truth; she was too tired in this life. But she didn't blame anyone because Marlon had wronged him first. She accepted this life.
If there was a next life, she wouldn't, and didn't want to, meet Raymond again. So she wanted to remember his face, otherwise, if they met again, she might choose the wrong person again.
She only said the first half of her thoughts. Raymond thought she was still interested in him, feeling happy inside.
But he showed no reaction on the surface; he wasn't used to expressing his emotions as a reserved person.
He pushed the assembled stroller a few times, then handed it to Margaret. "Try pushing it."
Margaret was a bit sleepy, her eyelids heavy, but she knew she couldn't sleep. She didn't show it, forcing herself to push the stroller.
The stroller's wheels were very smooth, and the handle was comfortable to hold, which was indeed an expensive stroller and different.
If she weren't terminally ill, if her child could really be born, seeing Raymond like this, she might be happy, gratified.
"How does it feel? When the baby is born, we'll use this." Raymond voiced his fantasy.
Margaret blinked, thinking he was really too deep into the act.
She didn't want to hear him talk about an unattainable future; it would only be more ironic, more ridiculous.
Margaret had no interest, "As long as you like it. I want to rest now, I have to get up early to make breakfast for my dad tomorrow."
"Okay." Raymond's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, lowering his eyelids, hiding his desolate expression well. He tried to talk about their family plans, but her reaction was so indifferent.
'Is she still thinking of escaping like the parrot, seeking a new world outside the cage?' Thinking about her wanting to run away made Raymond feel uneasy.
They both slept in the master bedroom, on the same bed.
Before turning off the lights, Raymond said coldly, "Don't think about breaking out of the cage and flying away. I'm an extreme person; be careful you don't break your wings trying to escape, it would be a loss."
Margaret's hand gripping the corner of the blanket tightened suddenly.
Her wings had been broken ever since Marlon's accident, when she was forced to kneel outside the Hughes Group building, exposed to the wind and snow.
All her pride and dignity were gone. The current Margaret was so pathetic that even she despised herself.
Margaret thought, 'Raymond, you're too arrogant. This time, it's God who wants to free me. Can you compete with God?'
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