Chapter 478 I Will Protect You with My Life
Her grip sent a jolt through Daniel's body—electric tingles racing up his arm from where her fingers clasped his wrist, leaving his skin buzzing and numb.
His straight posture instantly stiffened.
He thought he was mistaken, lowering his gaze to see slender fingers tightly gripping his wrist.
"Don't go, don't go."
Margaret's soft sobs echoed from behind him.
He could hardly believe it—Margaret was suddenly clutching his wrist, pleading for him not to leave.
Turning around, he saw it was indeed Margaret holding him.
Her eyes were still closed, murmuring softly, her face pale, hair spread across the pillow...
Daniel's heart ached sharply. Had she heard his confession just now?
Had she made up her mind?
Of course, he had spoken for so long; how could she not have heard a single word?
Daniel thought about how he had finally reached this moment, the day when his patience paid off. His eyes reddened uncontrollably, tears glistening with a hint of light.
He smiled, a mix of joy and tears in his expression.
"Raymond, don't go. Please." Margaret's next words sent his heart plummeting.
She was having a nightmare and mistook him for Raymond.
Daniel felt a bit helpless, feeling sorry for Margaret.
Despite everything, she still dreamed of Raymond.
Daniel was also a bit angry; he didn't want to be mistaken for Raymond. He reached out, intending to remove her hand from his wrist.
But she gripped tighter, her brows furrowed, eyelashes trembling like a frightened butterfly ready to take flight.
"Raymond, I really am Margaret. Listen to me, please. Raymond, she's fake. I'm the real one."
Her voice choked with sobs, a tear slid down her cheek.
Daniel's raised hand froze, seeing her cry made his heart ache too.
In reality, she was already hurting and suffering. How could he shatter her last bit of hope? Let her have a good dream.
His hand dropped to his side, he walked quietly to the bed, leaned down, and gently wiped away her tears, speaking softly in Raymond's tone, "I'm not leaving. Sleep well. I'll come to take you home when the sun rises."
"Do you believe I'm the real Margaret?" Margaret murmured, eyes still closed.
Daniel sighed softly, "Silly girl, I've always known you're the real one."
As he finished speaking, he saw Margaret's lips curl into a slight smile in her sleep, her furrowed brows relaxing.
Her fingers loosened their grip on his wrist, falling to the edge of the bed.
Daniel, careful not to wake her, gently lifted her hand, which was quite cold, and tucked it under the blanket.
Then he covered her up.
As he left, he noticed the parrot in the cage, staring at him quietly.
It flapped its wings.
The parrot was about to squawk.
Daniel put his finger to his lips, signaling it to be quiet.
The parrot seemed to understand, closing its beak silently, watching Daniel leave.
The bedroom door closed quietly.
A bright moon illuminated Silverbrook and Silverwood.
Inside a black sedan.
Alvin sat in the driver's seat.
Raymond was in the back, still in his black suit, leaning against the leather seat, the window down, gazing at the cold moonlight.
The snow had stopped.
A rare appearance of the moon.
Moonlight illuminated the snow that had yet to melt, casting a soft glow upon it.
"What do you think Margaret is doing now?" Raymond asked Alvin, though he was looking at the moon.
Alvin gripped the steering wheel. How would he know what Margaret was doing? He wasn't her monitor.
But he played along, "Mrs. Howard is probably thinking about Mr. Howard."
"I said some harsh words today. Would she still think of me? More likely she's angry." Raymond's voice was cold.
Alvin tried to comfort him, "You've come and gone several times, Mrs. Howard hasn't really been angry."
"So you're saying she's stupid?" Raymond's cold gaze swept over.
Alvin, nervous, explained cautiously, "She likes you, that's why. She wouldn't act this way with Daniel."
This hit home for Raymond, his expression softened, and he smiled. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one, and lit it.
He had just taken a puff when Sarah's call came in.
His gaze turned cold, but his voice was unusually gentle, "Margaret, where are you?"
"I'm at home. Where are you?" Sarah's voice was playful.
Raymond thought she was trying to trick him into coming back to take his medicine, so he joked, "I'm out drinking with Alvin. Want to join us?"
"No, no."
"Should I come back to keep you company?" Raymond asked, cigarette in his mouth, eyes mocking.
Sarah's tone was anxious, "No need. You enjoy your drink, no rush to come back. I want some personal space too."
"So you won't be mad if I don't come back tonight?"
"No. You've decided to marry me. Why would I be mad? I said I'd be your best wife." Sarah paused, then asked nervously, "Raymond, were you serious about what you said to me?"
Raymond frowned, "What?"
"You said you love me for who I am. Even if I committed crimes, you'd still marry me. You love my soul, not my name or face. You said you'd die for me. Is that true?"
Raymond knew she believed him.
"Of course."
"Good, I believe you. Raymond, this is the only time in my life I've trusted someone like this. Don't let me down." Sarah's voice was tearful.
Raymond knew she was planning to deal with Hubert, "Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm crying because I'm touched. I never thought Margaret could be loved by a man like this. Raymond, I'll protect and love you with my life. If you love me a little, I'll repay you tenfold, twentyfold."
"Margaret..."
"Okay, I have to go. Talk to you later." The call ended.
Sarah, in the walk-in closet, leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face. She threw the poison she was holding into the trash.
She muttered to herself, "Raymond, after tonight, no one will threaten me again. Once I deal with the last obstacle, I'll be your wife."
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