Chapter 394: Do You Have Another Woman Outside?
"Raymond, you're so heartless."
That comment made Raymond's hand, which was resting on the bed sheet, clench suddenly.
He used to be more than just heartless; he was downright cruel, worse than an animal. He didn't just watch indifferently; he tormented her, cursed her to die, and even had burial garments and a coffin made for her.
Time and again, he said things to hurt her.
He never believed her, always accusing her and Daniel of things they didn't do.
Margaret, trembling like a frightened fawn in his arms, her face drained of color, was visibly shaken by just a dream. Raymond couldn't imagine what would happen if she remembered anything more.
"Don't be scared, Margaret. I'm right here," Raymond said, gently patting her shoulder as if trying to give her endless strength.
Margaret took a deep breath, composed herself, and looked up at him with a smile. "Yeah, it was just a dream. I was overreacting. How could someone as good as you lie to me? You said you'd protect me."
Raymond felt a lump in his throat.
Margaret comforted him instead. "Alright, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to. If God made me forget the past, then it's meant to be. Let's leave the past behind. We're happy now, and that's all that matters."
Yeah, the past was gone and couldn't be changed.
What else could they do but move on?
Getting through it was already a blessing.
Raymond sighed in relief, holding Margaret tightly, as if trying to merge her into his very being. He hugged her so tightly, fearing that if she remembered anything, their current happiness would vanish like a mirage.
"Raymond, why are you hugging me so tightly? Trying to squeeze me to death and get a new wife?" Margaret teased.
Raymond's eyes were filled with gratitude and uncertainty about the future. "Margaret, you're so good to me."
Having a wife like her was the greatest fortune of his life.
"Wasn't I always good to you?" Margaret pushed him away, looking at him suspiciously.
She had always been good to him, never minding his background or his insecurities. She even put aside her pride to approach him and pursue him.
She learned to cook and take care of him for his sake.
To marry him, she went against her family's wishes, went on a hunger strike, protested, and even ran away from home. To prove to her parents that she hadn't made a mistake, she got him into The Hughes Group, helping him rise from the bottom to become Marlon's right-hand man.
Without Margaret, he wouldn't be where he was now.
Raymond, blinded by hatred at the time, owed debts to two people in his life: one was Sarah, who had given him five million dollars after he became an orphan.
Sarah, a poor girl, had invested all her money in him.
The other was Margaret. Despite having Marlon's blood and The Hughes Family's genes, she was innocent, kind, and warm-hearted, unlike Marlon.
Raymond looked at Margaret with a complex expression. "You've always been good."
"Then you better cherish me and not make me mad. No flirting with other women, and no lying to me. Couples should be honest with each other," Margaret said. "I can't stand being lied to."
She couldn't stand being lied to, yet he was lying to her now.
What would happen if she found out?
"Margaret, if you found out I lied to you, what would you do?" he asked casually.
Margaret frowned. "That depends on why you lied."
"What if it was for our future? What if my intentions were good?" Raymond asked, seeing a glimmer of hope.
Margaret thought for a moment and looked at him. "It depends on the situation. But Raymond, I suggest you be honest. It's better to come clean."
Suddenly, she leaned in, narrowing her eyes. "Tell me, is there another woman?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I can barely handle you."
"Then what did you lie to me about?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Come on, tell me. You've got me curious now." Margaret caught him off guard, tickling his arm.
Raymond, extremely ticklish, fell onto the bed.
"Tell me, what did you do to betray me?" Margaret demanded, her face serious.
Their position suddenly became intimate, with her on top and him below.
Raymond grabbed her hands. "Alright, Margaret. Stop it."
"What did you lie to me about? Confess."
"Do you really want to know?"
"I have to know."
Raymond took control, his large hand cupping the back of her head, her lips brushing against his.
Margaret, caught off guard, tried to pull away, but her waist and head were firmly held.
"Finish what we started, and I'll tell you. But you can't get mad."
"You're making conditions with me?" Margaret mumbled, her words cut off by his kiss.
Their lips met.
The bedroom was dark, the window open.
The white curtains fluttered in the breeze.
Moonlight streamed through the curtains.
The bed creaked, like an ancient lullaby.
After the storm.
Raymond carried Margaret, wrapped in a blanket, to the bathroom. Margaret's face was flushed, too embarrassed to look at him. He felt like the old Margaret, the untouched Margaret, had returned.
Hot water poured over them from the shower, drenching their bodies, faces, and hair.
Margaret's cheeks were covered with wet strands of hair.
She bent over, rubbing her aching knees, exhausted.
Looking up, she saw a thin scar on Raymond's liver area, already healed but still visible.
Margaret reached out, touching the scar.
Water ran over her hand, making it hard to keep her eyes open.
"Raymond, you donated your liver to me, didn't you?" Margaret asked, touching his scar and looking at his face.
It was too much of a coincidence. She needed a liver, and he had a scar in the same spot.
"You didn't go abroad. You were afraid I'd worry. We were both in the operating room, right?" Margaret's voice was firm, the bathroom filled with steam, her eyes misty and watery.
It had to be true. Her intuition told her so. If she needed it, Raymond would give his life for her. A liver was nothing.
Raymond's throat tightened, swallowing hard. His rough fingers brushed her wet hair, freezing. He had forgotten about the surgery scar.
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