Chapter 422 Love Me Forever, Stay With Me Forever
Margaret finished writing in her journal, then placed the notebook back in the drawer and locked it with a key.
She wasn't sure if Raymond would ever read what she had written. Oh well, did it really matter if he did or didn't?
Soon, she wouldn't be in this world anymore.
Margaret wanted to leave looking her best, so she went to her closet and picked out a pure white knit dress.
Marlon had bought it for her. Wearing the dress Marlon had given her to meet them, they would probably be very happy.
Then she took a shower and dried her hair with a blow dryer.
Mary came to the bedroom door with a tray of food. The door was open.
She saw Margaret sitting at the vanity, applying lotion to her cheeks.
Mary was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected Margaret to suddenly want to dress up!
This was a good sign!
"Ms. Hughes..." Mary thought she might be seeing things. She rubbed her eyes with one hand while holding the tray with the other.
Margaret looked up at Mary and smiled gently. "Is the food ready?"
"Yes, Ms. Hughes."
"Bring it to me. I'll eat now." Margaret smiled brightly.
She had a long journey ahead and didn't want to be hungry.
She also didn't want to trouble Mary. Mary was a good person.
Mary quickly brought the food over.
Margaret focused on her meal, eating heartily. Her appetite seemed good.
"Ms. Hughes, are you going out dressed like this?"
"Yes. After I finish eating, you can go home."
"What?" Mary looked at her in surprise. "Ms. Hughes, you..."
Margaret finished her meal and took a sip of water from a glass. She explained softly, "I want to go out for a walk. I'm giving you the day off. Come back tomorrow to take care of me."
"Ms. Hughes, have you come to terms with things? That's wonderful." Mary suddenly felt a lump in her throat and covered her mouth, crying. "From the first time I met you, I knew you were a good person. Ms. Hughes, even though your parents are gone, you still have Mr. Howard. He cares about you a lot. I'm happy you're not upset anymore."
Margaret lowered her eyes. "I'm not upset anymore."
"That's good."
Mary took the tray and, as she was leaving, Margaret called out to her, her smile deepening. "Mary, thank you."
"Thank me? I should be thanking you and Mr. Howard. You gave me this job with such a good salary. My only wish is for you and Mr. Howard to reconcile and have a lovely baby." Mary joked as she left.
Margaret watched her leave, momentarily stunned. A lovely baby. That had once been her wish, but now, it wasn't needed.
She turned her attention back to the bottles and jars on the table, squeezing some product onto a cushion and applying it layer by layer to her face. Her cheeks had been pale.
Margaret was good at makeup. She spent two hours on it.
In the mirror, her face gradually gained color.
She looked just as healthy as anyone else.
Margaret tied her hair into a bun, securing it with a black hair tie.
Satisfied with her appearance, she twirled in front of the full-length mirror.
When she left the bedroom, she found that Mary had already left the apartment.
Good. She didn't want to scare an innocent person with the tragic, bloody scene that was about to unfold.
More importantly, she didn't want anyone to interrupt her.
If Mary were here, she might notify Raymond.
The last few times she had brushed with death, something had always gone wrong.
This time, Margaret wouldn't allow any mistakes.
She had thought about going to her parents' graves to end her life.
But the journey was too long and bumpy.
And she worried that the longer she waited, the more things could go wrong.
So she dismissed the idea.
People often said that before one die, deceased family members come to guide them.
She had done so many unfilial things. She wondered if her parents were angry.
Would they still come for her?
Margaret didn't know.
She walked to the balcony, extending her pale fingers to slowly slide open the glass door.
A gust of wind rushed in.
Feathery snowflakes swirled in the wind, some landing on her cheeks, some on her hair, and some on the shoulders of her white knit dress.
Her eyelashes felt cold.
When had it started snowing? She didn't know.
Her snow boots crunched on the thick snow.
Margaret suddenly remembered the first time she met Raymond. It was during their freshman year, and the snow was just as heavy.
He wore a spring-fall denim jacket, a black backpack slung over his shoulder, and was brought to her by Sarah.
"Hi, I'm Raymond." He extended his broad hand to her, but his eyes held a hint of disdain, aloof.
Margaret didn't shake his hand, but she remembered his name.
Sarah often mentioned him, and Margaret gradually became interested. She orchestrated various "accidental" meetings, and on a snowy day like this, she deliberately fell in front of him, hoping he would help her up.
But he walked away, indifferent.
Even after they started dating, he remained distant.
They had planned to see a movie together, but he stood her up to attend a lecture by an old professor.
Margaret was furious. She deliberately went to the movies with a classmate who liked her, making sure Raymond saw them together.
That time, Raymond showed rare emotion. He waited for her at the dorm after class, and before she knew it, he had her pinned, taking her over and over.
He was angry, warning her, "Margaret, if you ever go to the movies with another guy, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for two months. Do you believe me?"
"I didn't know you were that capable." Margaret's defiance was met with his forceful kiss.
His hands gripped her tightly, and the pace of their lovemaking quickened. Whenever he was angry, he used this method to make her submit, to make her admit she was wrong.
Even if she cried, he wouldn't stop.
"Are you sorry?" Raymond insisted on determining who was right and who was wrong.
She clung to his muscular waist, her tears soaking his chest. "Don't be mad, Raymond. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Margaret." His voice was hoarse as he called her name.
Margaret looked up, confused, at his tense face.
"Say you love me."
That was the first time Margaret realized how much Raymond needed love.
She wanted to give him security, to offer him all her love without holding back. "I love you, Raymond."
"Margaret, no matter what I do to you, you have to love me forever. You have to stay with me forever. No changing your mind, no leaving me." As he said this, he bit her earlobe and, once again, took her.
It was strange. He found himself increasingly obsessed with making love to Margaret. He wanted to merge her into his body, to be one with her forever.
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