Chapter 420: Don't Meet Again in the Next Life, Raymond
Margaret felt her life was pretty miserable.
No friends.
She never got the chance to show her parents and family how much she cared before they passed away.
Living like this, you could say she was a failure.
She used to have a good friend who treated her really well, but then Sarah showed up.
Sarah stirred up trouble a few times, and she and that good friend drifted apart.
Her friend didn't want her to marry Raymond. Dating was fine, but marriage? No way.
Her friend even threatened to end their friendship over it. Back then, she thought her friend was just being snobby about Raymond's background.
Looking back now, her friend had a point.
When she got married, her friend was abroad and didn't come back for the wedding.
The only friend she had was gone.
That was on her.
The phone charging beside her pillow suddenly lit up. She glanced at the screen; it was Daniel calling.
Yeah, Daniel was her only friend now. She should say goodbye and wish him well.
She unplugged the charger and answered the call. "Hey, Margaret, how've you been?"
Margaret felt a pang in her heart. She wasn't doing well. Ever since she got her memory back, she hadn't been well at all.
But she didn't want Daniel to worry.
"Why do you ask?"
"As a friend, I'm concerned about you," Daniel's voice came through the phone.
Margaret held the phone, completely unaware that Raymond was standing at the door with a bowl of soup.
Raymond heard Margaret talking on the phone in the bedroom.
"Daniel."
"I really appreciate everything you've done for me, your concern. If possible, I hope you can be happy and carefree for the rest of your life."
"I'm fine. I hope you are too. Don't worry about me, just live well."
Even if I become a star in the night sky, I'll still bless you.
My parents, the little mute, and I will all pray for you, Daniel, for your safety and health.
Raymond stood at the door, gripping the bowl of soup tightly. The soup was scalding, but he didn't feel the pain. He found it quite ironic.
Margaret could speak so calmly to Daniel, wishing him a lifetime of happiness and no worries.
But to him, she was always cold and harsh, even though he was the one who needed care the most!
If it were the past, he would have smashed the bowl on the ground and started a fight with her, but now he couldn't argue.
He didn't dare to.
It was just as well.
He didn't have long to live. Once he was gone, how could Margaret not remarry?
Daniel was the best choice.
He had no reason to be jealous, no reason to complain, and no reason to stop it.
Raymond, with a complex expression, knocked on the open bedroom door.
Margaret finally noticed him, quickly put down the phone, and hung up. She looked at Raymond as he walked toward her and mocked, "Mr. Howard, do you have a habit of eavesdropping?"
"I brought you soup and overheard by accident." Raymond sat on the edge of the bed, stirring the soup with a spoon. Seeing her cold expression, he thought she was angry and added, "I'm not angry."
This was his way of giving her an out.
If it were the old Margaret, she would have immediately explained, kissed his forehead, and coaxed him.
But the current Margaret just gave a cold smile. "Whether you're angry or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"We're already divorced."
"I know. If you end up with Daniel, I'll give you my blessing within six months."
Margaret laughed, angered by his words. He pretended to be deeply in love with her, saying sweet things, but his actions always contradicted his words.
Meanwhile, he kept a close relationship with Sarah.
Margaret's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Raymond, you really know how to play both sides."
"Lowering my head for the one I love is also a kind of happiness." Raymond gripped the spoon handle tightly. Staring at her, he thought, Margaret, do you know? I can't live without you.
I want to let you and Daniel be together, but I can't bear to.
This way is fine too. As long as I can stay by your side for one more day, it's like finding sugar in broken glass.
To her ears, his words made her want to vomit. She looked at Raymond.
His complexion didn't look good, probably from lack of rest. He wore a black suit with a dark striped tie.
A pair of glasses perched on his nose.
Sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, thin lips.
She had to admit, this bad man had the looks to be bad. He was more mature and dignified than when she first met him.
But inside, he was too dirty.
She looked at him for a long time before asking, "Raymond, what's so great about Sarah?"
"She did me a favor."
"Then why don't you marry her?"
"I remember now. You wanted to get back at my dad. Without this grudge, we wouldn't be here today. In the end, I'm the one in your way." Margaret spoke to herself, leaning back on the pillow.
Her words made Raymond increasingly uncomfortable, his brows furrowing. "The one I love has always been you."
"Really?"
Margaret sneered. He claimed to love her, but she couldn't feel any of his love.
Loving her should mean protecting her, helping her, shielding her from the wind and rain, and being good to her family.
Loving her should mean letting go of hatred and treating her family well.
Raymond's love was suffocating and bizarre. She was losing her breath in this twisted relationship.
"Yes. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me now. I'll prove it to you bit by bit. Margaret, I'll love you once, just like you loved me. In six months, you can be with Daniel."
"Is this atonement?"
"This is my way of loving you."
Margaret looked at his deeply affectionate eyes. He was really good at acting, so convincing. If she hadn't regained her memory, she would have fallen into his trap again.
Margaret looked away. "Go do your thing. I want to be alone."
She wanted to leave quietly.
This time, she didn't want any more misunderstandings.
"The soup—"
"I'll drink it."
"I'll feed you, Margaret. Drink it, and I'll leave."
Margaret didn't argue with him. It was the last time, so it didn't matter.
Raymond fed her spoonful by spoonful. His heart warmed bit by bit. Margaret was willing to drink the soup he fed her. This was a good sign.
They were finally going to stop tormenting each other.
But Raymond didn't know this was Margaret's way of saying goodbye.
Margaret kept looking at him, never taking her eyes off him, watching him so intently.
"What are you looking at?"
"I want to remember your face." In the next life, let's not meet again, Raymond.
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