Chapter 240 He Found It Dull
Margaret bit her lip in the dark night as she heard of this sentence.
She instantly recalled the scene she saw during the day.
Sarah asked him, "Raymond, if I want you to fulfill your promise and marry me, would you be willing?"
In her mind, the scene of Sarah initiating a kiss appeared again.
When Sarah took the initiative, why didn't he push her away? Why wasn't he tired then?
Margaret lowered her eyes, looking at Raymond with a complex expression.
She really wanted to ask, Raymond, if he accepted Sarah's confession or not. When did he plan to marry her? Had he set a wedding date?
The words rolled furiously in her throat.
She wanted to question him, what did he take her for?
He had Alvin contact her, had she come to see him, and she even made soup for him.
And the surprise he gave Margaret was watching Sarah and him being intimate.
Thinking of this, she couldn't hold back her anger anymore.
Margaret also wanted to say, 'Raymond, you'll be punished by God for this. You're so bad, you won't have a good end!'
But then she thought again, 'What use is it to say these things? Can these pointless questions change reality? No, they're useless.'
Just like she had asked him many times, if she suddenly died and disappeared from his life, would he be sad?
She asked many times, and his answer was always the same! So there was no need to make it clear.
If she said it out loud, it would only make Raymond angry, push the already shaky Hughes Family to the brink, and bring about disaster, with no benefit at all.
Margaret believed she couldn't be so selfish as to say these things to him.
She had already harmed her parents and the Hughes Family to this extent; she couldn't be willful anymore.
Every word she said now, every action she took, even the smallest gesture, could decide the fate of the Hughes Family, decide her parents' future lives.
Unfortunately, even if she died, she would still have to rely on Raymond.
So she had to hope in heaven that Raymond would live safely.
Only then would the Hughes Family be well, and her parents be okay.
She had too many words, too heavy to say.
Margaret shifted her gaze and lay back down in the bedding.
Despite the warm weather, she still felt cold inside.
"Then you should go back. It's late, I won't keep you." Margaret sighed, thinking she was being very understanding.
Raymond lay beside her, also with his eyes open.
But he didn't angrily get up, nor did he angrily sit up to get dressed.
She bit her lip again, murmuring, "Your enemy is here, Raymond. You probably can't sleep well here either. Going back is good. I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"
Margaret was already softening.
She actually didn't want to go back, but she had to go back.
"Let me stay with my parents for one night," Margaret said.
When Raymond heard this, his tense expression instantly softened.
So she was worried he couldn't sleep, that was why she wanted him to leave, not for any other reason.
Raymond's large hand pulled Margaret back into his embrace.
Margaret was a bit confused; why didn't he leave, and why was he holding her?
"Raymond..." Margaret started to speak again.
But he interrupted her because he didn't want to hear her nagging anymore. Every word she said could worsen their relationship.
He didn't want to add to his own troubles.
She said she was very tired today; he had experienced danger today, wasn't he tired too?
From Alvin's phone call, he learned that a car had crashed into the Hughes Family's car. He quickly got the address and hung up.
No one knew he had floored the gas pedal to rush to the scene.
He was afraid that if he was a minute late, something would happen to her!
When he saw that assembled car crazily rushing towards Alvin's car, he accelerated to block its path.
He knew what might happen. He knew he was gambling with his life!
Raymond's car was smashed into a heap of scrap metal, and he kept praying in his heart that he wouldn't die.
Because if he died, no one would protect Margaret, who would end up with Daniel.
Raymond wasn't that magnanimous; he wouldn't want to see Margaret with Daniel, even if he died. So he held on with sheer willpower.
Even though he passed out, his consciousness was still there, hearing the car window being knocked on and Margaret's crying, telling him to wake up, urging him not to die.
He couldn't bear to die; he hadn't tormented her enough yet.
He thought that because of this incident, their relationship would improve, and that she would be grateful.
But when he woke up, he waited an entire day without a call or a greeting from Margaret.
Sarah's face was burned by the fire to save her, but Margaret did nothing.
Even though Margaret did nothing, he still liked her.
Thinking about what happened today, Raymond felt very conflicted. He held her tighter, as if he wanted to merge Margaret into his body. So they would never be separated.
It turned out that being alive felt so good and holding the beloved Margaret felt so wonderful.
"Raymond," Margaret spoke again.
Raymond instinctively frowned, looking at her with a cold gaze, warning her to say less.
Because nothing she said was what he wanted to hear.
What he wanted to hear was Margaret, like before, saying in his ear over and over again, "Raymond, you're so handsome."
"Raymond, I like you. Like you so much."
Back then, Raymond would disdainfully say, "You're a girl, how can you be so shameless ?"
What he said back then was true; he really did disdain her.
But she wasn't angry, smiling brightly, "I like you, so I'll pursue you. You're not married, why can't I like you? You don't want me to like you, but I insist on liking you. I'll cling to you for a lifetime."
Thinking of the past Margaret, Raymond felt even more nostalgic.
The Margaret in his arms now was still Margaret, but he found it dull.
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