Chapter 47 She Closed Her Eyes, Waiting for His Next Move.
He grabbed the tea, took a sip, and curled his lips like he couldn't care less. "I'm here to talk business and check if you're still kicking. Don't get it twisted, I don't give a damn about you."
A wave of bitterness hit her hard.
It swallowed Margaret up, making her breath come in quick gasps.
Her heart felt like it got whacked with a sledgehammer, making her whole body shake.
So Raymond ditched Sarah to come here for a deal, for money.
He wasn't here out of concern, care, or love.
Margaret's eyelashes quivered, tears hanging on but not falling.
She was the one who read too much into things.
So what if she aired her grievances?
Even if she laid her bleeding heart out for him, Raymond would still stomp all over it.
Raymond said, "After all, you're still my wife on paper. It's my job to take care of your corpse."
Taking care of her corpse was his duty, but protecting her wasn't. How messed up is that?
Margaret grabbed the teapot, poured herself a cup, and clutched it tight, her eyes reddening as she forced a smile. "Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you came for nothing."
She added, "For Mr. Howard and my good friend Sarah, I'll live well and live long."
The tea tasted like nothing.
Raymond put down his cup.
He was getting more and more restless.
His long fingers loosened the tie around his neck.
There was like a fire burning inside him.
He yanked off the tie and tossed it on the sofa.
Margaret saw him take off his tie, frowned, and tried to get rid of him. "Mr. Howard, it's late. You should go."
As soon as she said that, he suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms.
His body was burning hot, pressed against hers like a furnace.
There was a spark of desire in his eyes, ready to ignite.
Even Margaret, as naive as she was, knew what he wanted.
So he was too lonely negotiating the contract and wanted to hook up with her.
Margaret crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him defensively. "Raymond, what do you want?"
"You drugged me and ask what I want?" Raymond sneered.
Margaret was stunned. "I didn't."
"I was fine before drinking your tea, but after drinking it, I felt hot all over. How do you explain that?" Raymond gripped her waist tightly.
Margaret had lost a lot of weight compared to a year ago, which made it clear she hadn't been doing well this past year.
Raymond saw her turn her head away in resistance, and he reached out to turn her chin back. "Don't play dumb. Isn't this what you wanted? After being ignored for a year, the high and mighty Ms. Hughes, you've learned to drug me and play tricks?"
Raymond flipped her over, pressing Margaret onto the sofa.
His face was super close to hers.
His warm breath brushed her earlobe, making her body go soft instantly.
She hadn't had sex with him for a year.
She didn't expect that just a small move from him would make her body react.
Raymond got closer and closer to her.
His lips were about to brush her cheek.
Margaret swallowed. Her eyelashes fluttered.
Her cheeks couldn't help but flush, like they were covered with a layer of rosy clouds.
No one knew how Margaret had endured countless tough,lonely nights.
She had been madly missing Raymond.
Margaret let go of her pride and grievances; she was willing to help Raymond.
As long as he needed her.
Margaret closed her eyes, waiting for Raymond's next move.
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