Chapter 464 Standing Together, Like a Couple
When she finally reached Daniel's car, he opened the back door for her.
"I wanna sit in the front," Margaret said.
Daniel paused but quickly understood. She was testing Raymond again.
He closed the back door and opened the front passenger door.
Snow kept falling.
Margaret exhaled, waiting for several minutes.
Raymond didn't come running to stop her.
All she could hear was the cold wind rustling the snowflakes.
She had lost the bet.
Her eyes stung with tears. Margaret turned around, feeling Raymond's presence.
She just didn't know exactly where.
She felt a burning gaze behind her.
She turned her head.
The empty street had only a few scattered pedestrians.
An elderly couple, supporting each other.
Young couples, whispering sweet nothings.
And her, alone.
She scanned every corner within sight, but Raymond was nowhere to be found.
Raymond's car was still parked in its original spot.
"Ms. Hughes—" Daniel looked at her uneasily.
She slowly turned back, smiled at Daniel, but the broken look in her eyes made his heart ache.
"Let's go."
Margaret said, bending down to sit in the front passenger seat.
Daniel closed her door, then got into the driver's seat and drove away.
From behind a nearby tree, a tall figure in a black coat emerged.
He crossed the street, got into his car, fastened his seatbelt, his eyes dry and sore.
He started the car.
His pale fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
He followed Daniel's car from a distance.
He deliberately let a few cars get between them—close enough to keep tabs, but far enough to avoid suspicion.
He had heard Margaret calling his name.
Her voice had shattered his heart.
He had fought the urge to run out, embrace her, and take her home.
But now it wasn't the right time.
He still couldn't reveal himself to Margaret.
Ten minutes later.
Raymond didn't dare drive to The Taylor Villa, so he parked near a bus stop and walked over.
He was afraid Margaret would see him.
His shoes left a trail of footprints in the thick snow, producing a crunching sound.
The Taylor Villa.
Margaret got out of the car, her eyes red, standing expressionless in the courtyard.
The ground was covered in snow.
She didn't go up the steps for a long time.
Daniel stayed with her: "Do you need to borrow my shoulder for a while?"
"Can I?" she murmured.
Daniel walked over and stood in front of her: "When you're sad, you don't have to be so strong. You're a woman. Lean on me."
After everything that had happened today—being framed by Sarah, insulted by the media, thrown into jail by the man she loved—she would have considered Raymond's feelings and refused Daniel.
But now his words felt warm.
Margaret leaned on his broad shoulder, closing her eyes, letting the tears flow.
She didn't know that behind the gate, a figure in a black coat was watching.
Raymond stood by the fence, peering through the gaps.
Seeing Margaret and Daniel close together, Raymond felt a pang of jealousy. They were so close, snowflakes falling around them, creating a picturesque scene. He realized that Margaret and Daniel actually looked good together, like a handsome couple. Standing there, they looked like a perfect pair.
He couldn't help but frown, his lips pressed into a thin line. His hand gripped the cold fence, as if he wanted to crush it. Even though he knew he couldn't reveal himself to Margaret now, his only wish today was to see her from afar. He wanted to hold onto Margaret as his reason to keep going. But seeing her so close to another man made him jealous, made him hurt, made him want to rage.
He couldn't bear to see more painful scenes. He had no right to blame her. But he also didn't want to suffer. Raymond turned away, feeling desolate, and walked off.
Inside the courtyard, Daniel stood there, even as snow fell on his cheeks, cold. The wind cut through him like a knife. But he didn't mind. The girl he loved was leaning on his shoulder, crying softly. He reached out his broad hand, wanting to pat her back covered by a military green coat. His hand almost touched her, but he felt he had no right to touch her. They were friends, and she was just leaning on him for support.
Daniel's eyelashes trembled, his hand silently falling to his side.
"Mr. Taylor, Ms. Hughes, you're back. Why aren't you coming in? It's snowing so hard, it's freezing out here," the butler said, worried, coming out of the house.
Daniel frowned, giving him a cold look. The butler realized his mistake, quickly shut up, and went back inside.
Margaret came to her senses, adjusted her breathing, then lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at Daniel with a grateful smile: "Thanks, Daniel."
"Are you feeling better?" Daniel asked, his hands in his pockets.
How could she feel better? What she wanted seemed to be slipping further away. But she didn't want Daniel to worry: "Much better. Let's go inside."
"Alright."
They walked in, one after the other.
On his way back, Raymond called Alvin. "Get some people to give her a hard time."
"Who do you mean?" Alvin asked, unsure.
Raymond gripped the steering wheel, looking at the road ahead: "The one living at The Hughes Manor."
"Mr. Howard, are you okay? What's going on? Why suddenly go after Mrs. Howard? Even if you're fighting, this is extreme," Alvin was confused.
Raymond laughed coldly. "She's not Margaret."
The weight of that statement shocked Alvin into silence. But Alvin had been with Raymond for years and quickly regained his composure: "How far do you want to go?"
"Do it discreetly, don't let anyone know it's us."
"Robbery or assault?" Alvin asked, bracing himself.
Raymond sneered, "Do what you think is best, just don't kill her. Keep her alive to catch the big fish."
"Got it, Raymond. I'll take care of it."
Hanging up, Raymond sped up, his cold face showing a hint of fatigue, his fingers tugging at his tie. "Margaret, we'll be together soon."
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