Chapter 344: Marrying Me, Just to Keep the Shadow of That Person
"Divorce me, and I'll start treatment right away!"
Margaret's words made Raymond laugh bitterly.
He remembered her as someone who was always terrified of pain.
But now, she was suffering so much that cold sweat was pouring down her face, and she was as pale as a ghost.
Yet she still resisted him, fought against him.
The woman who once said she wanted to stay by his side was now turning her back on him.
Raymond felt a wave of frustration and bitterness welling up inside him.
It was unbearable.
With a grim expression, Raymond pressed the painkillers against her lips.
Then, with a swift motion, he wrapped his large hand around Margaret's slender waist.
He pulled her close.
Her entire body was pressed against Raymond's chest.
His chest was solid and firm.
Their bodies fit together perfectly.
Margaret tried to push him away.
But he was so strong, and she was so weak from fasting that she had no strength left.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push Raymond away.
His burning lips covered her pale, cracked ones.
Margaret wanted to clench her fists and hit him.
But he had her arms pinned behind her back, holding her so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
Margaret wanted to curse at him.
But the painkillers in his mouth were all transferred into hers.
Bitter, endlessly bitter, spreading through her sobs.
Margaret wanted to spit them out.
But Raymond's lips were sealed tightly against hers.
Forcing her to entangle with him, to dance with him.
His kiss started off fierce and unstoppable.
Then it became long and gentle, just like Raymond used to be with Margaret.
Margaret suddenly stopped struggling, her whole body going limp in his arms like a spring breeze.
This gentle, obedient, kitten-like Margaret took Raymond by surprise.
The painkillers successfully slid down her throat.
"Margaret, when I kiss you, close your eyes," Raymond's voice was hoarse, magnetic, and full.
This gentle Raymond left Margaret defenseless.
She closed her eyes.
Her waist was tightly encircled by his large hand.
He held her so tightly, as if afraid she would escape, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.
Raymond felt like the old Margaret was back.
She used to be so obedient.
One of his large hands held her waist.
The other, wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, threaded through her hair, deepening the kiss.
He knew it—Margaret liked him.
She was just stubborn, but her heart was soft.
Her body was far more honest than her words.
"Margaret, stop making me angry. I'll get you treated. No matter how much it costs," Raymond's forehead pressed against hers.
Their heads were so close.
His hot breath sprayed across her cheeks.
Margaret's cheeks, which had been pale, now had a faint blush.
"Daniel can give you what you want, but so can I. Even more. Margaret, even though your parents are gone, you're not alone. You're not an orphan. You still have me," Raymond's words were filled with helplessness, heartache, and a soft plea.
The high and mighty Raymond, when had he ever lowered himself like this for a woman?
In the past, he wouldn't have bothered to coax Margaret.
Now, he was desperate for it.
But Margaret wasn't giving him the chance.
Margaret had been melting into his gentleness, but when she heard Raymond say, "You're not an orphan, even though your parents are gone," it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.
It chilled her to the bone.
Yes, her parents were dead, and she was an orphan.
How could she still be hugging and kissing Raymond like this?
Margaret, oh Margaret, where's your backbone?
He lowers himself to coax you, and you forgive him just like that?
The shyness in Margaret's eyes vanished instantly.
Replaced by coldness and mockery.
Raymond didn't notice the change in Margaret at that moment.
He leaned in, eyes closed, wanting to kiss her again.
The previous kiss had left him wanting more.
He wanted to continue.
But Margaret pushed him away forcefully.
Before he could react, a slap landed on one side of his handsome face.
It stung, burning hot.
Raymond was momentarily stunned.
His eyes opened.
Raymond saw the mockery and ridicule in Margaret's eyes. "Raymond, if you need a woman, go find Sarah."
"She's not my wife. Why would I go to her?"
"When you were taking wedding photos with her, did you ever think she wasn't your wife?" Margaret's lips curled in a mocking smile.
Raymond: "That was because I wanted to..."
That was because I wanted to force myself to forget you, to stop loving you, to hate you.
He had just started to explain when Margaret cut him off: "That was because you wanted to have two women. Now you're tired of Sarah and don't want to take responsibility for her, right?"
"Margaret, do you even know me?" Raymond suddenly felt that the Margaret in front of him was a complete stranger.
If she knew him, she wouldn't say such things.
He had never touched Sarah, not even a finger.
How did she conclude that he was tired of Sarah?
Had she investigated him?
Without any investigation, she just jumped to conclusions.
He had only ever been with Margaret, even during his revenge, he had never cheated.
In the past, he didn't bother to explain, letting Margaret misunderstand.
Now he wanted to explain, but she wouldn't give him the chance?
"You say you like me. We've been together for years. But aside from seeing me as a stand-in for that mute girl and liking my looks, have you ever truly tried to understand me?" Raymond laughed bitterly.
Margaret's heart ached at his words, suffocating her.
Arguing was exhausting.
When it came to feelings, there was no end to the right and wrong.
Like now.
Of course, she had tried to understand Raymond. She liked him so much, the boy she fell for at first sight.
The first time she saw him, he was wearing a thin denim jacket, and she felt cold for him.
The worst part was, she felt sorry for him. She didn't want him to save money so much. Even though Marlon gave him $5,000 a month for living expenses, he was too frugal, saving it for his startup, to change his fate.
Margaret felt sorry for him, so after they got together, she wanted to take care of him, buy him things, always mindful of the price, afraid to give him anything too expensive and hurt his pride.
She thought, if she married him, such a capable and ambitious man, he would be grateful and treat her well.
How could she not have tried to understand him? The more she understood, the more she liked him, the less she wanted to let go.
Raymond was unique to her, not a stand-in for anyone.
The mute girl didn't matter. What mattered was that she liked Raymond.
"Margaret, you never truly wanted to understand me. Marrying me was just a way to hold onto the shadow of a dead person," Raymond laughed self-deprecatingly.
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