Chapter 446 Daniel Said, Follow Me
The girl bit her lip, her eyes filled with disappointment. When she noticed his bare wrist, she frowned. "Hey, where's the watch I gave you? Why aren't you wearing it?"
The watch was a gift from her when she returned.
He had been wearing it for the past few days, but he couldn't shake off a feeling of inexplicable irritation and anger.
Raymond felt a mix of love and guilt towards Margaret, knowing she became an orphan because of him.
Suppressing his frustration, Raymond walked over to the coffee table, picked up the watch, and returned to the girl.
She took it and helped him put it back on his wrist.
"Are you Margaret?" Raymond asked, almost involuntarily.
Everything seemed fine, yet something felt off.
He clearly saw her hand pause as she fastened the watch. Of course, she wasn't Margaret.
She was Sarah.
If being with Raymond meant pretending to be Margaret, Sarah was willing to do it.
Sarah's eyes curved into a smile as she looked up, feigning anger. "Raymond, this is the second watch I've given you. If you break it or take it off again, I'll never speak to you. Wearing my watch means you're my man."
Raymond's expression softened at her words.
She remembered their past. If this wasn't Margaret, who else could it be?
He felt guilty for doubting Margaret and secretly investigating her.
"Raymond, it took a lot of courage for me to forgive you and start over. You should understand that, right? You've done so many things to hurt me, but I didn't hold it against you. If you don't trust me this time, I promise you'll regret it." Sarah said, hugging Raymond's waist.
Despite the sweet words and the chance to start over with Margaret, Raymond felt empty inside.
'It must be the recent emotional rollercoaster,' he thought.
Raymond, feeling suffocated by her embrace, gently pushed her away. "Let me dry your hair."
"Okay," Sarah replied obediently.
The hairdryer buzzed in her ear.
Inside, she felt a mix of excitement and relief. After all the time and effort she had invested, she was finally close to the man she loved.
Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Raymond asked, turning off the hairdryer, concerned.
She wiped her tears, looking at him. "Raymond."
"I'm here."
"Can we take wedding photos tomorrow? I want to remarry you. I want to live a good life with you. Raymond, I love you." Sarah imagined herself as Margaret, but her feelings and confession were genuine.
She loved Raymond, madly.
Even if her methods weren't honorable.
But what did it matter? In the end, she was the one who won.
Raymond felt more guilt than love at her words.
He seemed to love the Margaret in front of him less.
With only six months left to live due to late-stage leukemia, he wanted to spend his remaining days with Margaret.
Even after death, he could endure the cold days with beautiful memories.
"Alright. I'll do what you say." Raymond gripped the hairdryer, turned it back on, and continued drying her hair.
Afterward, Raymond sent a WhatsApp message to Alvin: [Stop all investigations on Margaret.]
Alvin: [What?]
Raymond: [I choose to trust her. Margaret would never lie to me or harm me.]
Alvin: [Understood, Mr. Howard.]
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sarah texted Hubert: [That bitch Margaret isn't dead. You need to find a way to kill her without anyone knowing. I'm worried she'll cause trouble if she keeps hanging around Raymond.]
Hubert: [Is Raymond still wearing the watch?]
Sarah: [Yes.]
Hubert: [Then what are you worried about? The watch contains a special drug I made for him. He'll soon be at your mercy. Use his guilt to get him to marry you. Once you're married, you can inherit all his assets.]
Sarah: [So, you mean, kill him after the wedding?]
Snowflakes drifted down the street.
The sky was overcast.
Margaret ran and ran, not knowing where to go.
Overwhelmed by grief, she ran frantically.
She slipped and fell hard into the snow.
Her pale face scraped against the icy ground.
Was it the physical pain or Raymond's betrayal that hurt more?
Margaret pounded the snow with her bracelet-clad hand, sobbing uncontrollably.
Why? What did she do wrong? How did she end up in such a bizarre situation?
"Margaret! Don't cry!"
Raymond's voice echoed.
She was so shocked she forgot to cry.
He cared about her, right?
She looked up, but the light in her eyes faded.
A parrot flapped its black wings, standing in the snow, blinking at her. It mimicked Raymond's voice.
"Margaret, I love you!"
"Margaret, don't cry!"
Margaret's nose tingled, and tears streamed down her red cheeks.
In her darkest moment, it was the kind parrot that stayed by her side, comforting her.
Raymond was the first to leave.
But she couldn't understand why Raymond seemed like a different person.
"Get up, the ground is cold."
A pair of sneakers appeared in her view.
Then a large hand reached out.
Margaret looked up.
Daniel, in a black leather jacket and jeans, was half-squatting, staring at her.
Margaret didn't take his hand, fearing Raymond would be jealous.
She pushed herself up, but her leg went numb, and she fell again.
Daniel quickly caught her, one hand on her waist, the other on her wrist.
In the dizzying moment, she smelled a faint fragrance on Daniel, different from Raymond's scent.
Raymond smelled of pleasant tobacco, cold like his personality.
Once steady, Margaret pulled away from him. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."
"Come with me," Daniel said.
She looked at him, surprised. Go with him?
Would that be appropriate?
Would Raymond be angry? Would he misunderstand?
After a brief silence, Margaret instinctively wanted to refuse.
"Listen to me first, Ms. Hughes. Don't be in a hurry to say no."
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