Chapter 239 Seeing Him Dressed Up as Her Favorite Style
Margaret had also helped Raymond with his tie before.
Back when their relationship was good, before Marlon fell down the stairs and was left in a coma, she would always help him with his tie.
At first, he didn't want her to get involved.
But she was so in love with Raymond back then. She felt that as his wife, she should help him with his tie.
Eventually, it became a habit.
His clothes, shoes, and personal items were all taken care of by her.
Seeing him dressed the way she liked gave Margaret an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Only now did Margaret realize that the reason he didn't want her to get involved back then was because of hatred, because he despised her identity.
It wasn't because he was shy or embarrassed, as she had thought.
Margaret blinked. 'Now, if I take the liberty of helping him with his tie, will he be happy?'
Thinking of this, she looked up and pursed her lips. "Maybe you should do it yourself."
He didn't like her touching him or meddling in his affairs. She needed to be more tactful.
"Margaret, if you can't say something nice, just shut up," Raymond said irritably.
Margaret was also upset. As she untied his tie, she calmly and bitterly smiled. "In a few days, even if you want me to talk, I won't be able to."
She thought, ' Raymond, you can only torment me for a few more days. '
After these few days, he wouldn't be able to torment her anymore.
But Raymond didn't understand the underlying meaning of her words, yet it didn't stop him from getting angry. "You've even learned to talk back now?"
Seeing her like this made Raymond angry, and he pushed her away forcefully, causing her to fall onto the bed with her hair sticking to her face.
She watched as he skillfully untied his own tie.
He didn't forget to mock and complain about her, "You can't even untie a tie. I really don't know what use you are."
Margaret was deeply hurt by this remark.
Even between couples, did it have to be about usefulness? If she was not useful, did that mean they were not a couple?
Indeed, from the beginning, their relationship was based on utility. Raymond never considered her as his wife.
She was just deceiving herself, blinded by her feelings.
Margaret forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart as she watched him undo his tie himself, revealing a gray shirt, unbuckle his belt, and take off his pants.
But he didn't get into bed; instead, he found a set of pajamas that Margaret had bought for him years ago, still unopened and in black, his favorite color.
Margaret used to wonder why a young man would dress in black from head to toe, not liking bright colors.
Now she understood.
He carried too much hatred. Black was solemn, calm, and ready to strike.
It was strange that she hadn't thrown away the pajamas she bought years ago, but now he was wearing them.
But she didn't want to dwell on these details, so she urged, "Go take a shower."
"What's the rush?" Raymond's back was cold and hard.
He turned around, and Margaret said to him, "It's getting late. I don't want to delay your return home."
"This isn't my home?" Raymond laughed angrily.
Margaret blurted out, "Raymond, when have you ever truly considered this place your home?"
Raymond was speechless, at a loss for words.
Indeed, he had never considered this his home.
On the contrary, when he used to live here, he would remind himself every day that he was enduring!
He was waiting for the chance to take revenge!
Seeing Raymond's reaction, Margaret sneered, "No need for pleasantries between us. Raymond, go take a shower."
"There are new towels, cups, and toothbrushes in the bathroom cabinet. Get them yourself." Margaret said.
Raymond thought Margaret was asking him to stay. She was finally smart enough to ask him to stay.
Raymond said nothing, unlocked the bedroom door, opened it, and walked out with his long legs.
Margaret waited for Raymond for a long time, but he didn't come back, leading her to believe he had left. Perhaps she was too tired that day, having endured so much, leaving her body overly exhausted, so she wrapped herself in the blanket and fell asleep.
Raymond returned to the master bedroom after his shower, closed the door, and quietly walked to the bed, only to find that she was already asleep.
Afraid of waking her, he took the hairdryer to the bathroom to dry his hair, then returned.
He gently lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down beside her.
He thought his movements were as light as they could be.
He was very angry today.
But because she had told him that the new toothpaste and toothbrush were in the bathroom cabinet, all his anger dissipated.
Raymond didn't know why, but it seemed his temper was getting smaller and smaller, worn down by her.
As soon as he lay down beside her, his head on the pillow.
Maybe she was used to sleeping alone, or for some other reason, Margaret woke up suddenly because the bed sank a bit, opening her eyes.
Seeing Raymond so close, her mind was a bit foggy.
After a few seconds, she realized he hadn't left.
'Of course, he is here to make love to me. Without it, how could he leave?' Margaret sighed, thinking it was better to get it over with quickly.
Margaret took the initiative to snuggle into Raymond's bathrobe-clad arms, resting her head on his strong arm.
Margaret lay in his arms for several minutes, but he made no move.
In the dark room, seeing her sudden intimate gesture, Raymond smiled imperceptibly.
It seemed like the old Margaret, the clingy Margaret, was back.
Raymond felt gratified, thinking it was worth saving her family today.
Margaret lifted her eyelids and looked at Raymond. He was also awake, glancing at her, but his expression was cold and indifferent.
Seeing as he hadn't made a move, Margaret thought, 'Is he waiting for me to take the initiative? Even for sex, he is so clear about who is active and who is passive.'
Margaret propped herself up and suddenly leaned over, kissing Raymond on the cheek.
Raymond's body instantly tensed. "Weren't you asleep?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's start. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can go home," Margaret said flatly, teasing him, her slender fingers drawing circles on his chest.
Raymond used to love this. But now, he didn't.
Her fingers were caught by him. She looked at him in confusion, meeting his cold, deep eyes.
Raymond was enraged by her remark. So he discontentedly grabbed Margaret's fingers, suddenly stopping her teasing. "I'm very tired today. I don't want to make love to you."
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