Chapter 223 There's Nothing You Can't Get Through
The retort almost slipped out of her mouth. But she knew very well the consequences of retorting.
Marlon had woken up, so she decided not to stir up trouble. Margaret swallowed her words.
"Just say what you want to say," Raymond said, feeling a bit uncomfortable sensing her hesitation.
Margaret blinked her hollow eyes and said, "Nothing. Go to sleep."
She turned over, her back facing Raymond.
He really didn't like this. They were a couple, but they slept back to back.
His large hand suddenly landed on her waist. Before she could react, her entire back was pressed against his chest.
Margaret's body instantly tensed up.
His warm, dry hand slid up from the hem of her robe, kneading and playing wantonly.
Margaret bit her lip, facing away from him, and let out a sarcastic snort that Raymond couldn't see.
He had said he didn't want her to thank him this way, but now, he was doing the same thing.
Margaret's eyes were open, and suddenly, the attending doctor's warning echoed in her ears. 'Your body is very weak. You can't have sex. Remember, no sex.'
But she still couldn't refuse his demands.
Realizing she couldn't even control her own body, a great sadness lingered in her heart.
Her nose tingled, and tears started to stream down her face.
Raymond's chin rested on her shoulder, his fingers busy with her body.
Women had a natural fragrance, and Margaret was no exception. This scent was very pleasant, and he was captivated by it.
Raymond lightly bit her earlobe.
The old Margaret was easily aroused; a kiss would make her melt.
But tonight, no matter how he stimulated her, she remained tense and couldn't relax.
Suddenly, a tear appeared on his face, which was cold.
Raymond propped himself up and turned Margaret, who had her back to him, to face his direction.
The moonlight shone brightly through the glass window. It was like a thin, light veil enveloping Margaret.
Raymond squinted, staring intently at Margaret beneath him. The tear stains on her face hadn't dried, her eyes were red, and she was still crying.
A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and he thought, 'She is my wife; I just touched her, so why is she so aggrieved?'
For a moment, Raymond wanted to grab her chin, question her harshly, and storm out.
But then he thought about how hard it had been for them to get to this point, and she was carrying his child.
Realizing he was just too impatient, Raymond thought he needed to treat Margaret better so she would willingly bear his child. His gaze softened, gradually warming.
Raymond, with a tense face, reached out and gently wiped the tears from Margaret's cheeks.
The thin calluses on his fingertips felt uncomfortable, and Margaret felt a strange sensation on her face.
She thought to herself, 'Am I dreaming? He is actually wiping my tears. Before, when I cried, he would either turn away or watch coldly.'
People were like this; when someone treated them a little better, they felt aggrieved.
Raymond's gesture made Margaret's heart ache with bitterness and grievance.
Although he wiped her tears, she was still tormented by him, still on the verge of leaving this world.
The more she tried to control and restrain her tears, the more they flowed.
He patiently wiped, and she stubbornly cried. Her eyes were red, her throat blocked and sore.
Raymond thought she was upset because he had touched her and scared her. Margaret liked romance; he knew that.
"I won't touch you. Go to sleep," He said in a tone devoid of warmth, staring at her intently before speaking.
Margaret blinked, looking at him in fear. "Are you mad?"
"No," Raymond said softly.
Margaret asked again, "Will you find a caregiver for my dad?"
"I will. Get some rest." Raymond tucked her in again, then got up, put on his robe, and left the master bedroom.
Even though he walked lightly and closed the door gently, Margaret knew he had left. Because she was pretending to sleep; she wasn't asleep at all.
He said he wasn't mad, but he clearly was.
Margaret's eyelids grew heavy. Eventually, she fell asleep and dreamed of watching fireworks with Marlon and Nancy on New Year's Eve. There was full of laughter and joy.
In the dream, she was still young and vibrant. Marlon's hair wasn't gray, he was full of vigor, and his legs could stand. Nancy and Marlon held hands, deeply in love.
Margaret was very satisfied with this dream, so she slept deeply.
If she could, she wanted to stay in the dream forever, because the more beautiful the dream, the more desolate reality would be upon waking.
Raymond took a shower and returned to the master bedroom. She was already asleep, her breathing even. Her eyelashes fluttered, and there was a smile on her lips.
He thought she must be having a sweet dream. Raymond thought she must be dreaming of their child being born and the whole family being together without worries.
To avoid disturbing her sleep, as she had always had trouble sleeping, he took the cigarette box and ornate lighter from the bedside table and left the master bedroom. He spent the night smoking on the living room couch.
She could sleep, but he was sleepless. Margaret's actions had really annoyed him.
Raymond took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and with a click, the lighter produced a yellow flame. The flame quickly consumed the end of the cigarette, flickering.
He casually placed the lighter on the table, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke slowly, his irritation easing considerably.
Raymond picked up the phone and called Alvin, instructing, "Bring some caregivers over tomorrow and let Margaret choose for herself."
"Yes, Mr. Howard." Alvin was happy to see Raymond willing to show his feelings for Margaret.
In the hospital's late night, the corridors were empty.
Sarah walked down the hallway in high heels, the heels covered with shoe covers, like a ghost. The cold wind lifted the hem of her red dress.
Hubert's voice came through the earpiece. "The power on the floor is completely cut, which will be back in three minutes. Control your timing. Remember, don't get involved personally, or you'll leave evidence!"
"I know what to do," Sarah said softly, then ended the call.
Sarah saw Marlon's ward door open. Nancy came out with a water jug, closed the door, and walked down the hallway with her phone flashlight on.
With a sneer, Sarah walked to the ward and suddenly pushed the door open.
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