Chapter 283 Once He Touches Margaret, He Becomes Addicted.
Margaret stared at him intently.
He really seemed to care about her, but she knew it was all an illusion.
She had become what she was now because of Raymond.
As Raymond was about to touch her, she recoiled as if avoiding a plague, flinging his wrist away like it was dirty. "Get your filthy hands off me."
Raymond's wrist hit the corner of the coffee table, causing him to gasp in pain.
He looked down, seeing that his finger had scraped off a layer of skin and was now red and swollen.
"Does it hurt?" Margaret glanced at his bleeding fingertip and sneered.
Raymond looked up and saw the cold amusement in her eyes.
He was hurt, but she was still laughing!
And the amusement in her eyes was so cold.
If it were before, Margaret would have been extremely concerned upon seeing him hurt, fetching the first aid kit, bandaging him up, and apologizing.
Now she just curled her lips and smiled at him coldly.
Raymond suppressed his anger, squinting his eyes, and retorted, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Seeing her wrongfully accuse him, calling him a murderer, and driving him out of the hospital with Nancy.
He had gone to mourn Marlon out of goodwill, only to face the disdain of her and Nancy.
She defended Daniel.
Daniel claimed to have known Margaret longer than he did!
She still harbored feelings for Little Mute.
She had so many men in her heart.
How could he not be in pain? He had been in so much pain that he was practically delirious.
"I don't think it hurts at all." Margaret curled her lips, her eyes reddening, and spoke viciously.
Raymond laughed in anger. "Really? Then why don't you try it?"
"No matter how much it hurts, can it compare to my dad falling from the balcony? Raymond, do you hurt as much as I do? My dad kindly invited you to our home for dinner, and you let him die. He fell from the balcony, you saw it, how much blood did he lose? Huh?" Margaret gritted her teeth, becoming more agitated as she spoke, her fingers gripping Raymond's collar tightly. "It's all you! You pushed him down! You're a murderer!"
"I agreed to have the baby, I've been taking my medication properly! And you still push me! Now my parents are dead, and like you, I'm an orphan! Are you satisfied? Are you happy?" Margaret's tears fell rapidly, her hands forming fists, pounding on Raymond's coat.
Raymond grabbed her wrist, his eyes reddening. "He fell on his own, how many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? If I wanted him dead, would I have waited until now? Would I have waited until I spent a fortune to wake him up, only to push him then? Do you think my money grows on trees, or do you think I'm an idiot?"
Raymond took off his coat and threw it on the ground.
He rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing his well-defined arms, which still had bruises.
"Your dad did this, he hit me with a cane and left me like this, did I say anything?" Raymond glared at Margaret on the ground, his hands on his hips, laughing angrily.
Margaret looked at the wounds on Raymond's arms.
She frowned, looking for a long time.
It was as if she had figured something out, suddenly realizing. "So that's it, my dad hit you, and you couldn't take it, so you pushed him off the balcony."
"Raymond, you have such a cruel heart. That was my dad, and you didn't spare him. Couldn't you wait a little longer? It was New Year's Eve, a time for family reunions! Couldn't you consider my feelings and not hold them against him? I told you, take out your hatred, your anger, on me! I wouldn't blame you! Spare my dad, spare the Hughes family! Spare my mom!"
"Raymond, you're just a beast! No, you're worse than a beast, a beast wouldn't harm its own parents! Do you remember what you promised me? You said as long as I had the baby, you would spare them. You would take care of them, you would help the Hughes family!"
"You even swore a deadly oath! You said if you broke your promise, you would die young! Raymond, do you think the punishment won't fall on you? Do you think you can play me for a fool, killing off the Hughes one by one?" Margaret roared at Raymond.
Because of anger and despair, Margaret was trembling with anger, her voice hoarse.
She was so angry it hurt, she felt suffocated, and her tears kept falling.
She was so useless, all she could do was cry.
Raymond was driven to madness by her words.
He suddenly squatted down, and grabbed her neck, gritting his teeth, his eyes slightly red. "How many times do I have to say it, your dad wasn't killed by me!"
He thought to himself, 'You're carrying my child, how could I kill him? I have planned to let go of the hatred, wait for our child to be born, and take you to settle abroad! I am thinking of finding a beautiful and peaceful, with our family live together.'
"I saw you push him with my own eyes! You let go of his hand! Murderer!"
"Raymond, you will die a horrible death! You won't have a good end!"
"Murderers won't have a good end! My parents won't let you go!" Margaret screamed hoarsely.
She wasn't afraid of provoking him anymore, Margaret wasn't afraid of anything now, she had no attachments, no hope.
She screamed in despair, helplessly.
So this was what it felt like to be cursed to die by someone you love deeply, it felt like your heart was about to burst.
Raymond really wanted to snap her neck, to stop her from speaking and angering him.
But he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear for Margaret to die.
But her curses kept ringing in his ears.
Raymond leaned down and suddenly covered Margaret's lips with his.
He didn't want to hear it anymore, he didn't want to hear those heart-piercing curses and insults.
Margaret was driven mad by him, and this bad man Raymond dared to kiss her.
She reached out, resisting continuously.
But Raymond, as if he didn't see it, suddenly pressed down her raised arm, then fiercely, forcefully kissed his beloved Margaret.
He thought, 'Margaret, don't curse me, I will live a long life, we both will. Your parents are dead, I will protect you, stay with you, once our child is born, everything will get better.'
Now he understood how hurtful, how heart-piercing, how despairing it was when he cursed Margaret to die back then.
From now on, they shouldn't say those hurtful words anymore.
They were both orphans, they needed to rely on each other, to keep each other warm.
Raymond kissed Margaret, just wanting her to shut up, to stop cursing, but now he wanted more. Margaret was like a poppy flower, once he touched her, he was addicted.
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