Chapter 472 I Will Become the Most Virtuous Wife and Love You More
Raymond's eyes lit up with joy the moment he saw Margaret.
Margaret had called him several times yesterday, but he hadn't answered.
Proud Margaret had humbled herself to this extent in front of him.
The thought made his heart ache, as if needles were pricking him.
Guilt replaced his initial joy.
He wanted so badly to drop Sarah from his arms, cross the street, and embrace Margaret, to hold her tight and explain everything—his unspoken words, his hidden struggles.
But just as he took a step forward, Alvin called out, "Mr. Howard."
Raymond snapped back to reality.
He couldn't go over. If he did, everything would be ruined.
Raymond thought, 'Just two more days, Raymond. Then it will all be over.'
He stepped back.
Across the busy street, Margaret clutched the thermos tightly. She had called him yesterday, and he hadn't answered. She was a bit upset, but she still wanted to tell him personally to be cautious with Sarah.
She wanted to ask him, "Raymond, are you taking your treatment seriously?"
Without asking the housekeeper or servants for help, she had gotten up early, gone to the supermarket to buy the freshest ingredients, and made medicine for leukemia patients.
Margaret had imagined many scenarios of running into Raymond.
But she hadn't expected to see him holding Sarah so tightly, so intimately.
Margaret's breath quickened.
She pressed her lips together.
Sarah, in Raymond's arms, noticed Margaret too. To provoke her, Sarah deliberately kissed Raymond on the cheek. "Raymond, I'm so cold. Can we go inside?"
Margaret's thermos fell to the ground with a thud.
The lid rolled away, breaking into pieces, and the liquid splashed onto the hem of Margaret's red down jacket, creating dark, dull flowers.
Sarah had kissed him?
Her eyes were full of provocation and disdain.
Margaret's hand at her side clenched into a fist.
Time passed, and Raymond didn't push Sarah away.
His gaze was so cold, colder than the winter snow.
He glanced at Margaret with detachment, then turned and carried Sarah into her villa.
Back at the villa, Raymond quickly placed Sarah on the bed in the guest room.
He didn't put her in the master bedroom.
In his heart, Sarah didn't deserve that room.
Suppressing his irritation, Raymond gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "We'll go to Silverwood the day after tomorrow."
"What for?" Sarah looked at him suspiciously.
He smiled softly. "To take wedding photos, then I'll propose and we'll get our marriage license."
"You want to marry me?" Sarah's eyes widened with disbelief. She had been raped, done so many bad things, and she wasn't Margaret... Could she still get married?
Was she dreaming?
Raymond intertwined his fingers with hers. "We're destined to be together."
"What gift do you want?" he continued.
"Will you give me anything I ask for?" Sarah tested him.
Raymond's eyes were full of tenderness. "Of course. My life, my money, everything I have is yours."
Alvin played along perfectly. "Mrs. Howard, Mr. Howard is already processing the transfer of The Hughes Group to your name as a wedding gift for your remarriage. The process will be completed before your wedding."
Sarah felt both touched and jealous. Touched because she finally had Raymond's love.
She was jealous because this love wasn't hers; she had stolen it.
A forbidden hope grew in her heart. Sarah looked at him. "Raymond, do you really love me?"
"Of course," Raymond answered quickly.
Sarah bit her lip. "But do you love me for who I am, or because of the name Margaret?"
Raymond smirked, "I love you for who you are. No matter what your name is, who you are, or what your identity is, I will marry you."
Such sweet words.
She had waited so many years to hear them.
He said he loved her for who she was. Did that mean it didn't matter if she was Sarah?
She was a woman too. She didn't want to live under someone else's name forever. She wanted to live in the sunlight, to receive Raymond's love.
If one day he could say, "Sarah, I love you," how wonderful that would be.
"If one day you found out I had done many wrong things, Raymond, would you still love me? Would you still stay with me?"
"As long as I'm alive, as long as I have breath, I will marry you. Even if you committed murder or arson, you would still be the woman I love most."
"Raymond—" Sarah let down her guard completely and hugged his neck tightly.
As Sarah reflected on everything that had happened recently—the difficult journey and the impending happiness—she held him tightly, afraid he might disappear.
Her tears soaked his dark shirt.
Raymond suppressed his discomfort and the urge to push her away. He patted her back. "Don't cry."
He tried to pull away, wanting to keep his distance.
But Sarah, now overwhelmed by emotion, looked at him with teary eyes. "Raymond, I love you."
"I know."
Sarah thought, 'No, you don't. It's Sarah saying this, not Margaret.'
She resisted the urge to explain, looking at Raymond's handsome face and broad shoulders. Tears streamed into her mouth, salty. "Raymond, thank you. Thank you for not abandoning me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for wanting to marry me. I promise, after we get married, I'll be the best wife. I'll love you even more."
She paused, her gaze becoming more determined. "And I won't let anyone hurt you or scheme against you. I'll protect you, Raymond. You're my armor. For you, I'm not afraid to fight anyone. As long as you understand me, love me, and don't leave me, I'm not afraid."
Raymond took out a handkerchief, walked over, and carefully wiped her tears, smiling. "I'm a grown man. Do I need you to protect me? Don't cry. I like it better when you smile."
Sarah smiled through her tears, her eyes curved. "Raymond, I'll take good care of myself. The day after tomorrow, I'll dress up beautifully and go get our marriage license with you."
For the first time in her life, Sarah felt warmth and love. Being loved by someone she loved was such a wonderful thing.
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