Chapter 448 No Intimacy, Doesn't Look Good
Daniel's expression shifted slightly, his grip tightening around the water bottle as he looked at the butler. "Make sure no one knows Ms. Hughes is staying here."
Cade had been selecting potential wives for him, and Daniel had defied him several times.
Cade was not happy.
If he found out Margaret was hiding here, it would be another storm.
Right now, the Taylor Family's power was firmly in Cade's hands, and Daniel couldn't afford to challenge him head-on.
"If Ms. Hughes goes out, make sure someone follows her to keep her safe."
"Yes, Mr. Taylor," the butler replied promptly.
Margaret, however, was lying on her bed, staring out the window at the heavy snowfall.
The snow, illuminated by a wall lamp, had a golden hue.
Her heart felt empty, so empty.
It was as if a spoon was digging into it, spreading a fine, pervasive pain from her heart to her limbs.
She still couldn't accept that in just one month, Raymond had another woman by his side.
Who was that woman? Why did she take Raymond away? Margaret didn't know. She knew nothing.
She couldn't sleep, and her parrot stayed up with her, mimicking Raymond's voice to comfort her, "Margaret, love you. Raymond loves Margaret."
Yes, Raymond loved Margaret. All those days and nights together, all those memories, couldn't just disappear.
He must be angry, angry that she disappeared for a month and made him search for her.
Once his anger subsided, he would come to find her, listen to her explanation, and they would reconcile, take wedding photos, and get married.
She watched as the night outside slowly turned to day.
But the snow hadn't stopped.
Margaret felt suffocated in the bedroom, like she couldn't breathe.
She quickly dressed, while the parrot, head drooping, had fallen asleep.
She opened the bedroom door and descended the spiral staircase.
The butler had the maids bring up a delicate and delicious breakfast, but Margaret couldn't eat. Her mind was full of Raymond.
But seeing the butler so worried about her, she didn't want to disappoint him. She forced herself to eat the sandwich and drink the milk, leaving nothing behind.
Daniel had already gone to work at the Taylor Group.
So the entire estate, besides her, was just a bunch of maids and the butler.
Margaret wanted to go out for a walk, and the butler wanted the driver to accompany her.
She refused; she just wanted some time alone to process what had happened yesterday.
The butler had no choice but to agree. As soon as Margaret left, he instructed the driver to follow her from a distance, ensuring her safety without disturbing her.
The snow continued to fall.
Margaret wandered the streets alone.
She thought there wouldn't be many people out in the snow, but the streets were bustling.
At a crosswalk, she saw a couple waving to each other.
One was on this side of the street, the other on the opposite side.
The girl's eyes were full of light, wanting to cross the street to her boyfriend.
But the boy, across the traffic and crowd, shouted, "Don't move, just stay there. I'll come to you."
The girl nodded happily.
The light turned green.
Margaret crossed the street and looked back to see the couple embracing, tears of joy in their eyes.
Bitterness slowly filled Margaret's heart. She and Raymond had sweet moments like that too.
They had defined their relationship, but Raymond was always cold and distant.
She was always the one to approach him, to create coincidental meetings.
She, like that boy, would tell Raymond to stay put while she came to him. She had gotten used to being the one to make the first move, to abandon all pride.
She thought her efforts would bring happiness.
But it turned into a disaster, with Raymond finding someone to replace her.
She didn't know if Raymond saw her as a replacement for that girl, or if that girl was her replacement.
The couple disappeared into the crowd, hand in hand.
Margaret looked away and continued walking aimlessly.
Her snow boots crunched in the thick snow.
The cold wind cut her face like a knife.
What were the lost memories?
Would Raymond come back?
Thinking about these questions made her head throb.
She turned around and saw a bridal shop.
In the window, a mannequin wore a white wedding dress adorned with diamonds, sparkling brightly.
The dress felt strangely familiar, as though she had seen it somewhere before, perhaps even worn it.
But trying to remember more made her head feel like it was going to explode.
Margaret had lost most of her memories. She didn't know that this was the dress she had worn when she married Raymond.
She had turned heads in that dress.
So all she felt was a vague familiarity.
She stared at the dress through the window for a long time.
She inexplicably liked it.
If she could wear it and marry Raymond, receiving everyone's blessings, it would be so happy.
But with another woman by his side, would Raymond still keep his promise to marry her?
Margaret felt suffocated, gave a bitter smile, and turned to leave.
The driver, not far away, watched her silently from the car.
Margaret's mind was racing with thoughts of how to make Raymond forgive her, how to make him believe she was the real Margaret.
How to restore their relationship to the state it was before she disappeared, ready to take wedding photos and get married.
She thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a feasible plan.
After all, she knew nothing except her memories of Raymond.
The enemy was in the dark, and she was in the light.
Without knowing herself and her enemy, how could she win?
"Raymond, can you come a little closer? We're taking wedding photos; we need to be closer," a coquettish voice reached Margaret's ears.
Margaret looked up and saw a photographer taking outdoor photos of a couple not far away.
The bride was wearing a beautiful wedding dress.
The groom's suit was also striking.
What shocked Margaret even more was that the bride looked exactly like her, and the groom was Raymond!
Were they already taking wedding photos?
Wasn't he supposed to marry her? A month ago, he was still holding her funeral, his hair turning white overnight.
How could he be taking wedding photos with another woman a month later?
Was it just someone with the same face?
The same name?
Raymond's gaze met hers through the crowd.
He stood there, not moving a step towards Sarah.
"Groom, move closer to the bride. You're too far apart; it doesn't look intimate. It won't look good in the photos," the photographer, with his back to Margaret, was seriously looking at the pictures in his camera, directing them.
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