Chapter 374 Raymond Just Left, Margaret Vomited Blood
Margaret couldn't help but push and shove, her fists pounding against his chest.
But he held her tightly, as if she might disappear at any moment.
His kisses were forceful and burning, filled with reluctance and helplessness. Margaret had clenched her teeth, trying to resist, but his lips were so soft, his breath so intoxicating.
Margaret's body was pressed tightly against his. She looked up and saw his slightly reddened eyes, and her heart softened. She was always softer than him.
Margaret retreated step by step, letting out a muffled groan as he kissed her.
They kissed for a long, long time, unwilling to let go of each other.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Raymond released her, took the phone from his pocket, and answered it: "Mr. Howard, it's about time. If we're late, we won't make it."
After hanging up, Raymond gently brushed his fingers over her now reddened lips, which had a glossy sheen, a faint pink like a fish brought back to life by water.
Like a wilting flower finding its sun.
"Raymond, do you really have to go?" Margaret's eyes were red, her throat choked with emotion.
She looked at him intensely, hoping he would change his mind. If he could stay with her through the surgery, she would feel so much more at ease, she wouldn't be afraid.
Alvin might be his assistant, but they weren't close. How could an assistant compare to a husband?
Raymond looked at her with deep sorrow for a moment, opened his mouth, but hesitated: "Margaret—"
"Alright, I was just teasing you. I won't tease anymore, you don't need to say anything, I understand." Margaret forced a light smile, placing her hand over his lips, "I've already convinced myself. You have your own plans, go ahead and do what you need to. It's good for a man to focus on his career."
"Margaret—"
"My illness isn't new, and it's cost you so much. If you didn't work, we'd both starve."
Seeing her suddenly so understanding, Raymond felt an indescribable pain. He stroked her hair; "Not angry anymore?"
"Honestly, when you first told me, I was very angry. But I'm not anymore. Being angry all the time isn't good for my health. Raymond, you should go." Margaret was afraid she wouldn't be able to stay understanding for long. Raymond didn't know that the more she looked at him, the more reluctant she was to let him go, the more she wavered.
She was afraid she'd throw a tantrum again.
So she turned, opened the hospital room door, and urged him to leave: "Go on, Alvin is waiting for you. If you're late, it'll cause trouble."
"Margaret, I'm leaving." Raymond hugged her tightly, his voice low.
Margaret felt a pang in her heart as he hugged her. Afraid she'd break down, she quickly pushed him away: "We've been married so long, why are you still so clingy? Go on."
"Get some rest and prepare for tomorrow's surgery."
"This time, I want to watch you leave," Margaret said.
He was slightly taken aback but didn't object. He let go of her and walked out of the room.
Alvin had been waiting in the hallway for a while. Seeing Margaret, he respectfully greeted her.
Margaret said, "Alvin, I'm entrusting my husband to you. Take good care of him."
Alvin rarely saw Margaret show concern for Raymond. He was more used to seeing them argue. He nodded, "Of course."
Raymond looked at Margaret for a long moment before reluctantly turning away. Alvin followed behind him.
Just as they were about to disappear down the hallway, Margaret suddenly called out, "Raymond!"
The tall, imposing figure stopped immediately.
He turned around to see Margaret, in her hospital gown, running towards him. Before he could react, she stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A light kiss, cool to the touch.
Then she pulled away.
"Raymond." She suddenly loved saying his name, as if she couldn't say it enough.
She didn't like calling him "husband," she preferred using his name.
Raymond's eyes followed her: "What is it?"
"I'll wait for you to come back. I'll wait to see the postcards you wrote, and I want to be your bride again, to have another wedding. You won't lie to me about these things, right?"
"I won't." If he made it back alive.
"Raymond."
Margaret's fingers traced his features, like a brush painting his face. She wanted to remember his appearance, in case she didn't make it through the surgery, she would find him again based on his looks.
So she wasn't afraid anymore, because fear was useless.
"Safe travels. We both need to try our best. I'll do my best in surgery, and you do your best in your negotiations. When I wake up, I hope the first person I see is you, and I want to hear the good news of your success."
"Okay."
"There's nothing else, just take care of yourself. We both need to be safe." Margaret said, turning around and waving him off: "Go on."
She didn't want to watch him leave anymore, she couldn't resist the urge to hold him back.
Raymond didn't say anything more, he turned and left with Alvin.
Margaret couldn't help but look back, seeing them just as they entered the elevator.
He was wearing a black suit, standing in the elevator.
She looked at him, and he looked at her.
In an instant, the elevator doors closed.
She couldn't see anything anymore.
Margaret returned to the hospital room, closed the door, and slid down to the floor, tears streaming down her face.
She covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
Her whole body trembled.
Raymond, did you know, everything Margaret said was a lie, except for one thing. Margaret didn't want you to go, didn't want to be understanding.
It was all fake, all a facade.
Only one thing was true, that was, she wanted them both to be safe, to be your bride again, to have another wedding.
Safety, such a heavy and beautiful word.
Would she be safe? She didn't know.
Exhausted from crying, she washed her face with cold water and was about to lie down to rest when a sudden pain struck her liver, like a hammer pounding relentlessly.
The pain made her clench her teeth, cold sweat pouring down.
Margaret didn't expect the sudden attack.
She struggled, reaching out to press the call button.
But her body gave way, and she fell from the bed, her body feeling like it was being torn apart by a thousand ants. Her body hit the floor hard.
A sweet taste filled her throat.
A rush of blood surged up, and Margaret spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her striped hospital gown.
She reached out, trying to open the cabinet to get her painkillers, but her hand had no strength. Blood poured from her mouth and nose uncontrollably. She couldn't stop it, no matter how hard she tried.
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