Chapter 238 Can We Not Kiss?
Hearing that, Margaret's nose suddenly felt incredibly sore.
Realizing she was such a shameless woman in his heart, tears slowly streamed down her face.
"Raymond, Daniel, and I actually..." Actually, they didn't do anything inappropriate. Would Raymond believe her?
But before Margaret could finish her sentence, Raymond's face changed, as if he couldn't bear to hear Daniel's name. He coldly growled, "Shut up, and don't mention him in front of me again!"
He had been trying hard not to think about these things, but she was so foolish to keep bringing it up. She might not be tired of talking about Daniel, but Raymond was already very annoyed by hearing it.
Raymond glared at her. "Why are you crying? Just because I kissed you, does that make you feel so wrong?"
"No." Margaret was clearly feeling wronged, but she couldn't admit it.
If she admitted it, he would get angry.
Her throat felt both sore and dry because of kept crying.
"Then stop crying," He commanded from his high horse again.
Raymond was just that kind of person. After all these years, he had changed in many ways, but his selfishness and disregard for others' feelings had not changed.
Margaret used all her strength to force back the tears in her eyes. Her heart felt unbearably heavy.
Raymond leaned in again, capturing her red lips, but he didn't kiss her immediately. Instead, he glanced at her coldly and frowned, "Close your eyes when you kiss. Didn't you know?"
"Raymond, can we not do this?" Margaret knew saying this would make him angry, but she couldn't help it.
She couldn't accept him kissing her with the same mouth he had kissed Sarah.
Was he trying to disgust her, torture her, or punish her? She shouldn't foolishly like him in the first place.
"Not do what?" Raymond's face was cold, as if he was holding back his anger.
Seeing him play dumb, Margaret decided to be blunt, "No kissing, no sex. We don't have any feelings for each other anymore. Without feelings, Raymond, do you really enjoy it?"
Raymond was so angry at her words that the veins on his hands, which were propped on either side of her body, bulged!
She had the nerve to ask if he enjoyed sex.
Of course, he didn't enjoy it; it was torture, it was painful.
He always wanted to treat her well, especially in sex. He didn't want her to have a bad experience, but she always managed to provoke him during sex and managed to frustrate him.
After everything they had been through, why hadn't she learned to be smarter, to read the room?
"Margaret, as long as you're in pain, that's enough!" Raymond, in a fit of rage, grabbed her chin and bit her lips aggressively.
Margaret's eyes were wide open. So, he was uncomfortable too, but he did it to torture her.
No wonder he always did this. Margaret understood everything.
She was forced to endure the pain on her lips.
But she refused to open her mouth; she found it dirty. This was her last bit of stubbornness.
Raymond bit her lips until they were swollen and bleeding, but she still didn't open her mouth.
Raymond quickly lost patience, thinking,' Is she not in pain, or what?'
"Margaret, do you want to die?" Raymond grabbed her throat furiously.
Margaret sneered, because she really was going to die soon.
"Your dad just got out of the hospital, and you're already disobeying? What, do you think now that he's out, the Hughes family doesn't need my help anymore?"
Another threat!
Facing his naked threats, Margaret stared unblinkingly at Raymond. How could such a handsome face, with perfectly shaped lips, say such cold-hearted words?
After all these years of marriage, did he really have no feelings for her at all?
"Margaret, kiss me. If you don't want Marlon to die on New Year's Eve." Raymond threatened through gritted teeth.
She used to cling to him willingly. Now he had to resort to threats and coercion to have a moment of intimacy with her.
Marlon seemed to be Margaret's weak spot.
As soon as he said this, Margaret hesitated for only half a second before wrapping her arms around his neck, sitting up, and moving her lips closer to his.
Margaret's lips were covered in the wounds he had just inflicted. As soon as her lips lightly touched his, a searing pain shot through her nerves.
Fortunately, it wasn't too bad; she could bear it.
Raymond didn't open his mouth, leaving her feeling like a clown; he didn't call for a stop, and she didn't dare to halt, only able to touch his lips, his nose, and his smooth, sexy neck.
He was just that kind of person, unable to suffer any loss.
A little grievance, and he would repay it tenfold, like now, making her feel humiliated.
Margaret knew she had to make him lose interest quickly so he would leave.
He was like a ticking time bomb here. After all, if he tortured her like this, what would he do to Marlon and Nancy?
Thinking of this, Margaret let go of him.
Then she took off the thin blanket covering her, revealing a tight, white knit dress.
Even though she was in the late stages of cancer, her figure hadn't changed at all, which was still perfect and sexy.
Margaret, in front of Raymond, took off the knit dress and her underwear, lying beneath him calmly.
He just looked at her coldly, indifferently.
When she had nothing left to take off, the scene became awkward.
Margaret looked at Raymond, feeling exhausted. 'How has it come to this, and he still has no reaction? Does he want to have sex or not?' Margaret didn't quite understand, thinking to herself.
Raymond's face was cold as he spoke again. "Continue."
Seeing there was nothing left in her, Margaret hesitated for half a second.
"Continue." Raymond thought she hadn't heard and repeated with more emphasis.
Margaret reached out her arm, helping him take off the black coat.
He was wearing a gray shirt with a plain tie.
Margaret's arm couldn't reach his tie, so she moved closer to him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a hint of a smile on his lips.
Margaret thought, 'What is he smiling about? It can't be because I am undressing him.
Margaret's fingers landed on his tie, and she paused.
"What are you waiting for? Can't even untie a tie?" Raymond's voice was still devoid of warmth, full of displeasure and impatience.
Suddenly, she understood. He had smiled because he found it amusing to torture her.
Otherwise, what could it be? It couldn't be because of their sudden intimacy.
But his attitude and tone still bothered her. She lowered her eyes and focused all her attention on untying Raymond's tie.
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