Chapter 450 Let Her Go to the Villa, Clean Up and Wait for Him to Return
'As long as I can be with you, be your wife, be the woman you love the most, I can give up anything. I can do anything. Raymond, I'll show you that only Sarah can protect you. Margaret will just be a burden.' Sarah silently added in her heart.
Margaret's heartfelt words, combined with her teary eyes, made Raymond's fingers curl slightly on his knees. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, feeling both tender and guilty: "It's really nothing. I'll get better soon, and then we'll remarry. I'll make you my bride again."
"Okay."
Suddenly, Sarah's phone buzzed.
She picked it up, glanced at the message, and her face changed dramatically.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Raymond noticed her unease.
She forced a smile. "It's nothing."
How could it be nothing? Hubert had messaged her, telling her to go to the villa, clean up, and wait for him to return.
That jerk, how could she ever escape this? Forced into plastic surgery, pushed to this point... yet she still ended up as prey, unable to save herself.
The snow kept falling.
Blurring Margaret's vision.
She ran and ran, then stopped.
The cold wind brushed her face, lifting her long, black hair, adding a touch of sorrow.
She hadn't run far; she was unwilling to run far, afraid that Raymond would come after her and not find her!
She was giving Raymond a chance to explain and compensate.
But after waiting for half an hour, her legs numb from the cold, she still didn't see him.
Margaret was unwilling to give up. Was he still taking wedding photos?
She retraced her steps, only to find an empty street.
Cars passing by, pedestrians with umbrellas.
The photographer was gone, and Raymond and Sarah were nowhere to be seen.
Had they finished and gone back?
Her nose felt so sour, Margaret let out a bitter laugh and turned to walk back to The Taylor Villa.
Raymond had really changed. The Raymond she remembered, though high and mighty, would never use another woman to upset her.
Before they started dating, she saw many girls on the university campus who liked him.
Some even asked for his WhatsApp.
He deliberately glanced at Margaret, who was eavesdropping in the library, and loudly refused: "Sorry, we're not a match."
"How do you know we're not a match if you don't try?"
Margaret, overhearing this, gripped the book covering her face, feeling both jealous and angry. She was afraid Raymond would agree to the woman's pursuit, leaving her out of the picture, making her a laughingstock on the entire campus.
She was the daughter of The Hughes Family, chasing someone so shamelessly for the first time, and everyone knew about it. Her reputation was too important to her.
"Sorry, I already have someone I like."
Hearing this, Margaret felt even more jealous. She thought her rivals were too many, impossible to guard against.
The woman saw Raymond looking around the library and followed his gaze, gossiping.
"What are you looking at? Is the person you like in the library?"
Margaret, hiding behind her book, bit her lip, not daring to breathe, but feeling even more heartbroken. She was so close to her rival, yet she didn't even know who it was.
Raymond didn't answer the woman's question and left directly.
Margaret put down the romance novel covering her face and returned it to the shelf.
That afternoon, she searched the entire library, wanting to know what the person he liked looked like.
In the end, she found nothing, only adding to her sadness.
After finally confirming their relationship, he didn't care about her. She coaxed him, went along with him, begged him to marry her.
They had planned to take wedding photos, but then she had an accident.
When she woke up, she was abroad, with Daniel by her side.
She learned through TV news that Raymond was holding a funeral for her, and his hair had turned white overnight.
She had lost all her memories, remembering only him, nothing else. Her memories were all about chasing him in college, filled with bitterness and occasional sweetness.
Margaret couldn't believe that after longing to return home to find him, she found another Margaret by his side.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Marrying Raymond, finally loving someone, why was it so difficult?
The sound of a car horn startled her.
Margaret's body trembled, and she looked up.
A black Maserati had pulled up on the road.
The assistant got out first and opened the door.
Daniel, dressed in a black leather jacket and black trousers, stepped out.
He wore a dark patterned tie around his neck.
His slicked-back bangs revealed a smooth, full forehead, complemented by single eyelids, a high nose bridge, and healthy pink, thin lips.
Though expressionless, he didn't exude a cold, unapproachable aura.
Daniel walked through the cold wind and snow, firmly towards Margaret.
Margaret looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "What are you doing here?"
Of course, her driver had reported everything she encountered today to him.
Worried she might be upset, he had someone follow her.
Such behavior wasn't ideal.
The words that came out were changed by Daniel. "Just finished work, was heading home, and ran into you."
"This street and The Hughes Group's route home don't seem to match." Margaret looked at him curiously.
He smiled gracefully. "I was just at a nearby event."
This explanation was reasonable.
Margaret didn't think much of it.
"What do you want for dinner?" Daniel asked again.
After seeing Raymond taking wedding photos with another woman, how could she have an appetite for dinner?
"I'm not hungry."
Daniel knew she wasn't hungry and didn't press her about her sadness.
He changed the subject. "Shall we go home then?"
"You get in the car." Margaret replied.
"Ms. Hughes, how about you?" Daniel asked with a smile.
Margaret gave a bitter smile. "I want to walk home. You don't need to worry about me."
"Then I'll walk with you."
"No need."
"A new supermarket just opened ahead, I was thinking of checking it out." Daniel said, walking forward.
Margaret wasn't in the mood to shop, but Daniel had saved her and given her shelter; she had no reason to refuse him.
Daniel turned his head, looking at her through the snow.
She could only jog to catch up.
Daniel turned back, deliberately slowing his pace, waiting for her, his lips slightly upturned. When Margaret caught up, his lips relaxed.
The supermarket catered to people like Daniel from the upper class, requiring a membership card to enter.
Inside, Margaret found the supermarket sparsely populated, with only a few customers.
But they were all well-mannered, orderly selecting their items, without loud noises or blaring music.
The salespeople were young and beautiful, with exquisite makeup, each a stunning beauty, but they were discreet, never approaching to sell unless needed.
Daniel was picking fresh fruits and vegetables. He glanced at Margaret, who was lost in thought, and took out his phone, snapping a photo of them together.
Margaret realized what had happened after the photo was taken.
"Mr. Taylor, what are you doing?"
Daniel smirked, "Do you want to test Raymond's feelings for you?"
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