Chapter 389 Comforting You Well in Bed
In Raymond's hospital room, Alvin saw Margaret walk in. He quickly smiled and greeted her, then touched his nose and said, "Hey, Mrs. Howard, I'm stepping out for a smoke. Keep an eye on Raymond for me, will ya?"
With that, Alvin opened the door and left the room, closing it behind him.
The room instantly became much quieter without the extra presence.
Margaret looked at Raymond lying on the hospital bed. He was wearing the same striped hospital gown as hers, a matching set. Unlike the photo from two weeks ago, where Raymond had a respirator on his face, he no longer needed it now, though he was still hooked up to several machines. His complexion had also improved slightly.
Margaret felt like she was in a different world. They were finally meeting again, after so many twists and turns.
It felt surreal, like a dream.
Margaret took one step, then another, towards him.
In the past, it was always him walking towards her, with firm and unwavering steps. Now, they had switched roles.
Margaret's gaze was fixed as she reached Raymond's bedside. She noticed the stubble on his chin, but it didn't detract from his noble demeanor and handsome features.
It was true what they said: good-looking people don't need to dress up.
Seeing him like this, Margaret felt a mix of heartache, sadness, and guilt. If it weren't for her promise, he wouldn't have rushed back from abroad and gotten into such a serious car accident.
A wave of bitterness made her heart ache.
Raymond's eyes were also fixed on her. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, he took the initiative to reach out with his bandaged hand and grasp her slender fingers. "Don't you recognize me?"
Margaret, thinking about how careless he had been driving, retorted and shook off his hand. "No, I don't."
"That won't do. Even if you don't recognize me, I recognize you. You're my wife." Raymond reached for her hand again.
Margaret shook it off once more. "You're such a rogue."
Raymond smiled and grabbed her hand again. This time, when she tried to pull away, he held on tightly. With a tug, she was pulled forward, her body leaning against the bed.
Raymond's bandaged hand wrapped around her waist, his head resting against her stomach as he expressed his longing. "Margaret, I was wrong."
Hearing this, Margaret was about to push his hand away but froze, her eyes reddening. "You did nothing wrong."
"Making you worry was my biggest mistake," Raymond admitted sincerely.
Margaret's nose turned red, and tears streamed down her cheeks, eventually falling onto his face.
Feeling the cool liquid on his face, Raymond looked up. "Honey, I was really wrong. Please don't cry."
Seeing her cry felt like a knife cutting through his heart.
Margaret thought about the fear and pain of the past few days and pounded her fist on his shoulder. "Raymond! You big jerk! You knew I'd be angry if you did this, but you did it anyway! Couldn't you drive more carefully? Do you have a death wish?"
"I thought when I woke up, I'd see you, but it wasn't you, it was Daniel! I wanted to call you, but you didn't answer! Alvin and the others lied to me, saying you had a problem with a project abroad! I believed them, but what happened? You were in the ICU for days! I wanted to see you, but I couldn't. I could only watch you from the window outside the ICU!"
"You jerk! You're lucky you woke up. If you had died, I would never forgive you!"
Margaret cried, and Raymond smiled, his lips curling up. "You can forgive me in the next life too."
"Who said anything about a next life? Stop talking nonsense." Margaret hit him again.
Raymond seemed oddly happy, even though she was hitting him. Her concern made his heart feel warm. Despite the difficulties, the surgery had been successful.
He had woken up.
The challenges they faced had all been overcome.
"You're still smiling? How can you smile?" Margaret was furious, hitting him repeatedly.
He grabbed her wrist, and Margaret winced in pain.
Raymond quickly let go and noticed the cut on her wrist. He remembered Daniel saying she had copied the Bible in blood for him.
"You're such a fool," Raymond said, his eyes darkening.
Margaret sneered. "We haven't even had our wedding yet. If you think I'm a fool, it's not too late to regret it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Raymond pulled her back into his arms.
She fell into his embrace, which smelled faintly of medicine.
She tried to get up, but his large hand held her tightly.
Before she could react, his lips were on hers, dominating.
Margaret pushed him away, her hands blocking his arms, creating a small distance. "Raymond, I'm still mad at you."
"I know."
"You know, and you still do this?" She laughed angrily.
Raymond's face moved closer again, his tone suggestive. "Don't be mad. I'll make it up to you in bed later."
"Raymond!"
"I'm still a patient. Be good and let me kiss you." Raymond said, kissing her lips again.
Hearing him call himself a patient, Margaret's raised arm slowly lowered, wrapping around his waist.
This small gesture gave Raymond immense encouragement. He pried open her lips, taking what he wanted. Margaret, who had never been good at kissing, closed her eyes, having been taught by him once before.
Her eyelashes fluttered like a frightened butterfly.
Margaret didn't want to be reserved anymore, didn't want to be passive. This experience had taught her that no one knew which would come first, an accident or tomorrow.
Cherishing the present and living in the moment was what mattered.
Margaret responded passionately, kissing him even more fervently than he did, as if she wanted to merge him into her body completely.
Raymond was taken aback by this bold and passionate Margaret, but amidst his shock, he felt a surge of joy.
Soon, Margaret was breathing heavily, unable to stand steadily.
Raymond's other uninjured hand had somehow slipped into her hospital gown pants, and Margaret was panting lightly.
The door to the room suddenly opened.
"Mrs. Howard, I bought you some fruit—"
Alvin, holding a bag of fruit, was stunned by the scene before him.
Margaret blushed deeply, not expecting anyone to walk in at that moment.
She lowered her head, her face as red as an apple.
Raymond noticed Margaret's embarrassment and shot a cold glance at Alvin. "Enjoying the view?"
"Uh... no... not at all." Alvin shook his head.
Raymond smirked, narrowing his eyes. "Not at all?"
Whether it was enjoyable or not, it didn't matter.
"Mr. Raymond Howard, Mrs. Margaret Howard, I'm blind. I didn't see anything just now. Please, continue." Alvin awkwardly swallowed and quickly closed the door. This was the first time in all his years with Raymond that he had interrupted him at such an inopportune moment.
He hadn't expected that even while still recovering, they could be so passionate. Shouldn't Raymond be focusing on healing? With such serious injuries, wasn't he worried about not being able to satisfy Margaret?
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