Chapter 241 No Matter How You Wash, It Won't Come Off
Raymond was lost in thought.
Then he heard Margaret restlessly resisting in his arms, "Raymond!"
"Stop talking. Go to sleep." Raymond was getting a bit annoyed by her.
Margaret could tell from his tone that he was very impatient.
She couldn't help but complain, "If you're so impatient with me, you might as well go back to sleep."
"Margaret, don't challenge my patience. Go to sleep." Raymond snorted coldly.
Raymond was just that domineering, and never considered her feelings.
He was clearly at the Hughes Manor, but anyone who didn't know might think it was his territory.
But right now, the Hughes Family did rely on Raymond, and he had the capital to be arrogant.
She was better not to anger him. If he wanted to stay here, let him stay.
Tomorrow, she would follow him back to his apartment.
She was always uneasy with him being here, worrying he might do something to Marlon. So it was best if he and Marlon didn't meet.
Margaret thought about this and expressionlessly removed Raymond's large hand from her waist.
She wanted to sleep with a separate blanket.
As soon as his hand was lifted, before she could move it away, his large hand clamped back onto Margaret's waist.
This time, the grip was even tighter, holding her closer.
"Now I can't even hold you? Margaret, don't forget how I got the injury on my forehead." Raymond wouldn't let her resist.
Margaret smelled the lingering scent of Sarah's perfume on him.
He had taken a shower, so how could he still have Sarah's scent? Was Sarah's scent something that couldn't be washed off?
Margaret blinked, looking at Raymond who was so close.
He was really too much. Did he stay to provoke her, to argue with her?
Margaret felt stifled and instinctively resisted.
But the more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
He even used the mouth that Sarah had kissed to kiss her wildly, disregarding her feelings, which made Margaret feel disgusted. Even if they didn't love each other anymore, they could part amicably. Why did they have to torment each other like this? Was it just because she was Marlon's daughter? But she was still his wife! Couldn't he show any affection?
Thinking of this, Margaret felt a wave of frustration.
In the end, despite her resistance, he made love to her.
His strength was overwhelming.
Even if she were a healthy person, let alone a terminal cancer patient, she couldn't have moved him.
Raymond made love wildly, his rough fingertips wiping her tears: "No crying!"
He had bullied her like this. Was she not even allowed to cry?
Margaret didn't want to cry either; she wanted to act normal, magnanimous, without crying or making a fuss, but she couldn't do it.
She had held it in all day. When she saw Sarah confessing to him, asking for a kiss, she had already been using all her rationality to restrain herself.
She really wanted to rush in and pour the soup from the thermos on them.
But she couldn't do that; she had no right to do that! She didn't have the confidence to do that!
Despite her repeated concessions, he still had to treat her like this at night.
When she took the initiative to make love to him, he refused, saying he was tired. But what was he doing now?
Raymond saw her tears flowing even more, her facial lines tightening, her face looking worse, and he sped up making love to Margaret. He didn't forget to pinch her chin. "Hold back your tears!"
Seeing her cry made him a bit flustered, a bit annoyed.
Margaret's eyes were red. She forced herself to hold back the surging tears.
"Raymond, when do you plan to marry Sarah? Have you set a date for your wedding?" Margaret couldn't help but bring up the topic.
Raymond sneered, "You want me to marry Sarah that much?"
"She ruined her face for you. I admire her. I used to think she was shameless, but now I admire her. She did what I couldn't. If you marry her, it shows you're grateful. That's a good thing." Margaret lay on the bed, gazing at Raymond's grim face, murmuring.
Raymond sneered, "You're so magnanimous."
"Raymond, I know I can't stop you two from wanting to get married." Margaret said again.
Raymond looked at her, not stopping his actions. "How do you know you can't stop it if you don't try?"
Hearing that, Margaret sneered.
He asked for a divorce, argued with her, ignored her, and moved out of the Hughes Manor. She still wouldn't divorce him.
Maybe even God couldn't stand her being so cheap, so he gave her liver cancer.
When she was diagnosed, it was already late-stage, saving the cost of treatment.
Now she understood that she couldn't fight fate. Fate dictated she wouldn't live long, and she could only accept it.
Raymond tortured her in every way, and no matter how she tried to please him, she couldn't change his mind.
Their beginning was so beautiful, and the ending was so bitter.
Margaret reached out, tracing Raymond's eyebrows and nose with her fingers. "Raymond, as long as you remember our agreement, it's fine. It doesn't matter if you marry Sarah, just treat my parents well and help the Hughes Family."
After she died, Raymond would inevitably marry someone else.
He wouldn't grieve for her, wouldn't be lonely for the rest of his life.
As long as he kept his promise, that was enough.
She would bless him from the heavens.
Only then could her parents enjoy their old age in peace.
But as soon as she finished, Raymond impatiently swatted her hand away and coldly mocked her. "You should worry about yourself. You're in no position to help anyone."
With that, he withdrew from her body.
Margaret blinked, thinking his words were right that she was in no position to help anyone now.
He didn't need her blessing at all. He just wanted her to die soon and stop occupying the position of his wife.
Raymond went out to take a shower. When he came back, Margaret was already asleep.
But he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Hearing her magnanimous words earlier, he was now sleepless.
Margaret, who had always been jealous, suddenly became so magnanimous. It meant that her heart was no longer with him.
What made Raymond even angrier was that, at dawn, he heard the sleeping Margaret calling out another man in her dream. "Little... mute."
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