Chapter 307 Can't Feel the Pain Anymore
"No, I was just sighing at how fast time flies. We've known each other for over twenty days now. Ms. Hughes, please consider my proposal carefully. We only live once. Once I convince Mr. Garcia, I'll contact you. I believe your parents would still want you to live a safe and peaceful life."
"Alright. I'll think about it," Margaret said, pushing the car door open and getting out.
Daniel watched Margaret's back as she pushed open the ornate iron gate, his eyes filled with a smile like shattered stars, and he let out a few bitter laughs.
In fact, he and Margaret didn't meet for the first time twenty days ago.
It was just that Margaret had never noticed the existence of this humble illegitimate child.
Now his status was different, but she had become Raymond's wife, so he could only watch her from afar and keep this secret buried in his heart forever.
Daniel drove away and then called his assistant. "Block all the media that filmed at the courthouse today."
"Mr. Daniel Taylor, isn't that inappropriate? If Mr. Joe Taylor finds out..."
"Do as I say. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility," Daniel said, hanging up.
He wanted to protect Margaret, to protect her with all his might.
It was the only thing he could do for her.
In the Hughes Manor, Raymond had already taken off his suit jacket, his shirt unbuttoned a few notches, revealing his sexy and well-defined collarbone, as he lazily leaned on the sofa.
The dark shirt made him look somber and oppressive, just like his whole demeanor, emotionless and expressionless.
His straight pant legs were exceptionally well-fitted, without a single wrinkle, exuding an air of authority.
After dropping off Sarah, Raymond had returned here.
Strangely, Margaret hadn't come back yet, so he waited here.
He thought, that once she knew Marlon's death had nothing to do with him, they could coexist peacefully.
Just a moment ago, he had called Alvin, asking him to bring the safe from the president's office to the Hughes Manor.
Inside the safe was a letter Marlon had left for Margaret.
It was his gesture of reconciliation, a compromise.
Suddenly, a message popped up.
His well-defined fingers picked up the phone and opened it.
It was a message from Hubert, who had sent several treatment options for Sarah's facial burns, asking Raymond to choose one.
Raymond's attention, however, was drawn to a photo Hubert had sent him about ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes ago, he had been driving.
So he hadn't noticed the photo sent via WhatsApp.
Raymond stared coldly at the photo, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce a hole through it.
In the photo, Daniel was staring at Margaret in a daze.
In the hospital corridor, Daniel was helping Margaret press a cotton swab on her shoulder.
Raymond's focus was entirely on the way Daniel looked at Margaret.
Before, she used Daniel to provoke him because she thought he was a murderer.
But now the truth was clear, she was married, didn't she know to keep a proper distance from Daniel?
They were standing so close, and in the photo, Margaret's side profile was naturally beautiful.
She had put on makeup today.
She had put on makeup to meet him in court, tried to send him to jail, failed, and then got all cozy with Daniel. She couldn't have put on makeup for him.
Their relationship was already in shambles.
Raymond zoomed in on the photo. He wasn't mistaken; it was Daniel. And the woman was Margaret!
She had a smile on her lips, her face slightly flushed. Was she shy?
Margaret used to blush only when she saw him.
Now she blushed when she saw Daniel, but when she saw him, her husband, she was only angry.
Raymond felt like his heart was being cut by a dull knife, and he turned off his phone.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one with a lighter, and smoked expressionlessly.
Margaret was pregnant with his child, yet she was entangled with Daniel.
Raymond laughed bitterly.
"Mr. Howard, I'm downstairs at the Hughes Manor. Should I bring the safe up?" Alvin's call came at a particularly inopportune moment.
Alvin had brought the safe over so quickly.
Raymond felt like a fool, being treated and played by Margaret like this.
She was entangled with Daniel outside, and he still wanted to reconcile with her, to show her the letter Marlon had left for her.
"Take it back!" Raymond said coldly.
Alvin was confused on the phone: "What?"
He was the one who asked to bring it over, and now he was the one asking to take it back.
Raymond couldn't be bothered to explain, he hung up and tossed the phone onto the table.
The cigarette in his mouth tasted very bitter.
Margaret used to dislike his smoking, and she hated the smell of smoke.
Back then, he was tightly surrounded by hatred, impenetrable. He didn't smoke.
But after he got his revenge, successfully took over the Hughes Group, became the CEO of The Hughes Group, and proposed a divorce to Margaret.
He became addicted to cigarettes.
Every time he couldn't control his thoughts of Margaret, he would smoke one.
Gradually, he couldn't live without cigarettes.
It had been so long. Margaret still hadn't come back. Was she still not done with Daniel? Did she still think he knew nothing? Did she think he was a fool?
Raymond took a deep drag on the cigarette, white smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth and nose, swirling around him.
He picked up the phone from the carpet, found Margaret's number, and dialed.
He wanted Margaret to come home.
The call went through, but Margaret didn't answer.
Raymond's mouth twitched in anger, biting the cigarette, his eyes cold as ice.
Margaret was so busy she didn't even have time to answer the phone.
The call went unanswered and was automatically disconnected.
Raymond, unwilling to give up, dialed again.
He wanted to see how many calls it would take for her to answer.
The phone still went unanswered.
Hearing the footsteps approached, Raymond, holding the phone with his watch-wearing hand, had a cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette glowing intermittently.
He saw Margaret, wearing a black down jacket, jeans, and sneakers.
She had makeup on, looking quite pretty. But her forehead was bandaged.
Margaret glanced coldly at Raymond and then looked away: "Raymond, please don't come here again. My parents' spirits don't want to see you."
Then she treated him like air, turned around with her backpack, and walked towards the dressing room.
Raymond felt a lump in his throat, but remembering she was pregnant, he harshly extinguished the cigarette. The burning cigarette butt scorched Raymond's rough fingertip.
A wave of pain hit, and Raymond realized he had pressed too hard, injuring himself.
He glanced down, his thumb's fingertip was red and swollen, but the pain quickly turned numb, and he couldn't feel it anymore.
Raymond turned on the heater and ventilation.
When Margaret came out in her home clothes, she couldn't smell the smoke anymore.
But she was still dissatisfied, still cold and sarcastic: "You're still here? Or are you here to talk about suing me for defamation, trying to send me to jail?"
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