Chapter 461 How About Giving Yourself to Me
Margaret's words seemed to be in vain at this moment.
"Everything you just said is a complete lie. You really have no shame, going as far as getting plastic surgery and stealing Margaret's identity just to cling to me. Do you really think I'm so blind that I can't recognize my own woman?" Raymond smirked.
His gaze was like a knife, stabbing deep into Margaret's heart.
It felt as if a sharp blade had sliced through her heart, leaving it a bloody mess, the pain so intense it became numb.
Margaret blinked her stinging eyes. He actually called her shameless? And he wasn't blind enough to not recognize his own woman.
Was he really defending Sarah this much?
Margaret felt a mix of frustration, shock, and helplessness.
She had wanted to tell him to take care of his health and be wary of Sarah, but now it felt like a lump in her throat. Even if she said it, he wouldn't believe her.
Her eyelashes trembled as she took a deep breath and stared at Raymond. "I didn't hurt her. All the injuries on me were caused by her."
"Raymond." Sarah, standing nearby, immediately panicked.
Raymond gave Sarah a reassuring look, signaling her to stay quiet, then turned his cold, mocking gaze back to Margaret. "Do you think I would believe your lies?"
Margaret was stunned. He actually thought she was lying.
With a single glance, she was grabbed by several security guards, her arms twisted as they forcibly escorted her out of the CEO's office. The employees in the office area looked on curiously.
A poor woman trying to climb up by getting plastic surgery to look like Mr. Howard's woman.
As she stepped out of The Hughes Group building, a cold wind accompanied by swirling snowflakes hit her like needles, piercing her skin and face.
The fine, dense pain spread all over her body.
A swarm of media had arrived, carrying cameras and equipment, snapping photos of Margaret and throwing out hurtful questions.
"You have hands and feet, why resort to fraud to get something for nothing?"
"Is the injury on your forehead caused by Mr. Howard?"
"How desperate for money are you to stoop so low and try to ruin someone else's happy life?"
These media were brought by Raymond.
Margaret felt suffocated with despair.
The security guards dragged her to a police car, and she was ushered inside.
Through the thick glass window, she watched the trees and flowers recede, her fingers tracing the foggy glass, wiping it clean with her cold, pale fingers.
But where did her and Raymond's future lie?
How could she save him?
Margaret had just been taken away by the police.
Meanwhile, Raymond immediately escorted Sarah to face the reporters, telling them how much he loved her. When Sarah coughed a few times, he took off his high-quality black coat and draped it over her shoulders.
Then, in front of the cameras, he declared, "I advise those who engage in illegal activities to avoid shortcuts, or they will face the consequences."
Sarah's breathing quickened, her head lowered in guilt.
After taking Sarah to get bandaged, Raymond had Alvin drive her to The Hughes Manor.
On the way back.
Raymond took Sarah's hand.
Sarah's fingers stiffened with tension. Why was he suddenly so proactive, even holding her hand?
His fingers gently rubbed her fingertips, and Raymond turned his head, smiling warmly, asking casually, "Why do you have calluses on your fingers?"
"You've got some nerve asking that. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had to work as a cleaner at The Hughes Group. It's all because of you," Sarah said, her face showing a moment of surprise before she quickly responded playfully.
Raymond reached out to touch her long hair. "Blame me?"
"Who else?" Sarah pouted. "So, Raymond, you better start treating me nicer and stop bullying me like you used to."
He withdrew his hand and rolled down the window.
Raymond rested his elbow on the window, his cold, pale fingers touching his chin, as if reminiscing. "Margaret, do you remember when we were in college?"
"Of course. What's wrong?" Sarah asked casually.
He looked at the falling snow outside. "Once, I went to the movies with you, and I fell asleep during the movie. You were upset when we got back, and no matter how I tried to appease you, it didn't work. We ended up making love."
"Yeah, so what?" Sarah's focus was on the fact that Margaret and Raymond had been intimate, feeling extremely jealous.
But she couldn't show her anger, only pretending to be relaxed, not realizing Raymond was testing her.
Raymond turned to her seriously. "Do you remember what you said to me?"
"Raymond, are you testing me again? Did you believe what that woman said today?" Sarah, of course, didn't remember, so she pretended to be angry, trying to complicate the situation.
Raymond squinted, staring at her.
She started to cry softly. "If you've changed your mind, you can tell me directly. You don't need to test me like this. We're about to get married, and you still don't trust me?"
Alvin, driving, gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Through the rearview mirror, he saw Raymond patiently wiping her tears.
"Are you upset?" Raymond's voice was slightly hoarse.
Sarah took the opportunity to play along. "What do you think?"
"How about I give you a gift?"
"Sure."
"A parrot? A plant?" Raymond's eyes held a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.
Sarah refused without hesitation. "I don't like parrots. They're too noisy. We have plenty of plants at home, and I don't like them either."
"What do you like?" Raymond's smile grew more pronounced.
Sarah pouted, becoming more demanding. "How about you give yourself to me?"
"What?"
"You miss the old days, right? So tonight, let's reminisce properly?" Sarah's eyes curved into a seductive smile, her tone rising.
As she spoke, she clung to Raymond's arm.
The dark shirt he wore was tightly gripped by her, making it hard for him to breathe.
He didn't push her away but smiled, his eyes filled with stars. "The little mute isn't dead."
"If he's not dead, so be it. I saved him, and it's good that he's alive. It means he's lucky," Sarah said with a smile.
Raymond reminded her, "Shouldn't you be happy he's alive?"
"Why should I be happy?"
"You once secretly kept his photo. I thought he was important to you," Raymond said, feeling jealous.
Sarah shook her head, her eyes lifeless. "That was just to annoy you. The only person I love is you. He can't compare to even one of your fingers. Tonight, don't leave, okay? I'll show you my sincerity."
Raymond stared at her for a long time before showing a tired expression and brushing her hand away. "I still have work to finish at the office. You're home now, get some rest."
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