Chapter 455 I Will Take All the Medicine Margaret Gives Me
Raymond's gaze in that moment was a bottomless pool, and Sarah was drowning in it. The harder she fought, the deeper she fell. There was nothing like being loved by the person she love.
Sarah stared at him, reaching out to trace his face with her fingers, as if her hand were a paintbrush, gliding over his eyebrows, nose, and tightly pressed lips.
Raymond's expression was tense, wanting to push her away.
But he restrained himself.
"Why are you so good to me? Life only happens once, you know? So many people want to live but don't get the chance. Raymond, remember, no matter how much you love a woman, don't say things like that. Without life, there's nothing." Sarah's words were as much for herself as for him.
He smiled, touching her hair gently. "Because you're Margaret."
"Raymond, you're good to me because I'm Margaret?" Sarah was stunned, her throat tightening.
Raymond smiled. "Yes."
"But what if I'm not Margaret? Would you still be good to me?" Sarah blurted out, knowing she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help wanting an answer.
Raymond looked at her for a long moment, a cold smile in his eyes. "You're talking nonsense again. If you're not Margaret, then who are you?"
Her heart sank.
Hubert's words echoed in her ears.
"You think looking like Margaret makes you her? Dream on! You and Raymond were never meant to be allies. If he discovers you're a fraud, he'll kill you himself! Sarah, choose: Kill Raymond and take his fortune, or die by his hand. Decide fast. One week. If he's not dead by then, I'll expose everything to Raymond. Who do you think he'll believe—you or me?"
Sarah's eyes changed.
She calmed down. She couldn't let herself fall for Raymond, couldn't take risks for something she couldn't have.
Raymond was only good to her because she was a fake. She couldn't deceive herself or get lost in his tenderness.
His tenderness was a deadly trap.
Sarah withdrew her hand, picked up a white bottle from the table, and handed it to him. "Here."
"What is this?" Raymond asked.
Sarah smiled gently, her eyes soft. "You had a nosebleed today. You must not be resting well. I went to the pharmacy and got you some vitamin C. Take three tablets a day. You'll feel better."
"You went out just to get this for me?"
Raymond was surprised, suspecting the bottle in his hand.
"Yes, you don't want to go to the hospital. So I asked the pharmacist myself. Raymond, take your medicine and get better so we can get married." Sarah's face was sincere, her eyes full of affection.
He suddenly remembered when Sarah had drugged him and he went to Ironwood Lane to find Margaret.
Margaret had gone to the pharmacy in a snowstorm to get him medicine.
Back then, he saw her as an enemy and threw the medicine in the trash right in front of her.
But he later retrieved it and took the medicine before leaving.
She never knew he had taken the medicine she bought.
Raymond's expression was complicated as he gripped the bottle tightly.
He said nothing.
"Is something wrong?" Sarah asked nervously.
He patted her shoulder reassuringly. "If you buy me medicine, of course I'll take it."
"Get some rest. I have some work to do in the study." Raymond stood up, speaking gently, then turned and left the bedroom.
Sarah scoffed. She had been at The Hughes Family for days, and he still wouldn't share a bed with her. No matter, she had time.
Once he finished that bottle of medicine, whether he wanted to serve her or not, he would have to.
She just needed to be patient and wait.
Sarah looked out the window. The snow was still falling.
Outside the villa, Margaret and Daniel stood at the gate.
Lonely lights illuminated the snowy night.
The snow fell harder and faster.
The wind howled.
Margaret's long hair blew around her face like a net.
She held a phone in one hand, calling Raymond.
With the other hand, she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Margaret wore a bright red down jacket, a black beret, and khaki snow boots.
But she still felt cold, a chill that reached her bones.
Snowflakes landed on her cheeks and eyelashes, making her look even more forlorn.
Daniel adjusted his military green coat, a black tie hanging from his white shirt.
Black pants, black shoes.
He stood in the snow, elegant and aloof like a cold, bright moon.
His eyes were on Margaret.
His brows furrowed when he saw her anxious expression.
They had been waiting for half an hour, but there was no sign of Raymond.
Daniel was angry at Raymond, pulling out a cigarette to calm himself.
After all, this was Raymond's personal matter.
He had no right to interfere.
The phone calls were repeatedly hung up.
Margaret called many times, finally accepting the harsh reality that Raymond had blocked her!
She couldn't reach him at all.
After surviving a life-and-death ordeal, they were supposed to take wedding photos and get married. How could he suddenly turn his back on her?
Margaret hung up, the phone slipping from her hand.
It fell into the snow.
Daniel bent down to pick it up.
Then he took out his own phone, searching for Raymond's number. "I'll call him. He'll answer."
"No need." Margaret snatched the phone from him, a bitter smile on her face.
Her eyes were red.
"I have his number. I'll contact him, and you talk to him." Daniel, seeing her so upset, felt a lump in his throat.
Margaret shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Daniel, stop pretending. You knew all along. He doesn't want me anymore, does he?"
Daniel squinted, worried.
"You wanted me to send him photos, to contact him, just to make me see clearly that he's not coming back, right?"
Daniel sighed, not answering directly. "Ms. Hughes, aren't you curious who that woman with Raymond is?"
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