Chapter 491 Margaret Thinks He Is Dirty
"Ms. Hughes, you worried about me?" Daniel asked casually, eyes fixed on the road as he gripped the steering wheel.
Margaret didn't think much of it. To her, it was normal for friends to care about each other.
"Yeah."
Daniel's eyes sparkled, and he smiled. "Thanks for caring, Ms. Hughes."
For years, he'd silently watched over her from the shadows. He felt incredibly wonderful hearing her express concern for the first time, especially coming from someone he liked.
Would he ever win Margaret's favor one day?
But Raymond was back—
Once again, he, the supporting character, would have to step aside.
"Mr. Taylor, compared to the help you've given me, I'm the one who should be saying thank you," Margaret said sincerely. She admired and appreciated people like him from the bottom of her heart.
Daniel changed the subject. "My dad overheard our conversation and found out your address. He gave it to Raymond. I suggest you move, Ms. Hughes. Raymond will soon find out where you live."
So even Cade knew about her now.
But she didn't blame Cade for revealing her address. She owed Daniel far too much.
Her eyelashes trembled as she looked up at him. "It's okay. Even without Mr. Taylor, Raymond would find me sooner or later. As for moving, there's no need. As long as I'm alive, I can't escape. If it involves you and the Taylor family, it will be even more troublesome."
The car pulled up in front of an old apartment complex.
Daniel got out, held an umbrella for her, and walked her to the entrance. He watched her enter the building, where the motion-sensor lights were broken.
Worried she might encounter trouble, he used his phone to light her way until she reached her apartment. Only then did he return to his car and drive away.
Margaret's rented apartment was small, a one-bedroom unit.
The tiny space could only fit a bed, a table, and a very small kitchen.
With little money left in her bank account, she couldn't afford to spend extravagantly and had to plan for the future.
Margaret grabbed her bathrobe and headed to the cramped bathroom.
As the bathtub filled with hot water, she soaked herself, thinking about how she used to be the heir of the Hughes family, and how even the bathroom in her old home was much larger than her entire apartment now.
But who could she blame for her downfall?
It was her own foolishness.
She insisted on loving Raymond, believed his words, and he ended up betraying her.
He trampled on her sincere heart, leaving it in shreds.
She didn't know who her parents were or where they were.
Having lost her memory, she wandered through life like a zombie.
She had decided to let go of the past and live well, no longer dwelling on old wounds.
After her bath, she dried her hair and put on a cheap bathrobe, bought from the supermarket downstairs.
Due to her financial situation, she had to shop at discount stores and buy items on sale.
The door to her apartment was knocked.
Margaret wondered who would come looking for her so late. She hadn't ordered any food delivery and had no friends.
The knocking grew louder.
A rumble of thunder echoed outside the window.
The white flash of lightning illuminated Margaret's face, making her cheeks look even paler.
She peered through the peephole but saw nothing.
The knocking continued.
Margaret was scared. It was her first time living alone, and she had just moved in a few days ago. Was she being stalked by a creep?
Trying to stay calm, she picked up her phone, ready to call Daniel for help.
An anonymous text message popped up: [Open the door. I need to talk to you.]
The knocking grew heavier.
A neighbor's complaint could be heard. "Ms. Hughes, just let him in already. We have work tomorrow. How are we supposed to sleep with all this noise? If this keeps up, I'll file a complaint."
Another message arrived.
[If you don't open the door within a minute, I'll withdraw the new funds injected into the Taylor Group's collaboration.]
The tone and content of the message made it clear to Margaret who the sender was.
She sighed in relief. It was Raymond, not a creep or a stalker.
But anger quickly followed.
Even now, he hadn't changed his ways and continued to threaten her.
For the sake of the Taylor Group, she reluctantly opened the door.
Raymond, reeking of alcohol, staggered in.
With a loud bang, the door was forcibly shut.
Before she could react, he had her pinned against the cold wall.
Raymond must have rushed over without an umbrella. His suit jacket was damp from the rain.
He towered over her, looking down.
The dim light from the overhead lamp cast a glow around him.
His suit jacket, white shirt, and disheveled collar revealed his strong collarbone. His hair was wet from the rain, and his appearance was a mess compared to dinner time.
His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol.
But the scent of the alcohol was pleasant, not overpowering.
His eyes, misty with emotion, stared at her.
Margaret's heart skipped a beat when she saw him.
She thought she was dreaming. This man should be with another woman.
But the pain in her shoulder from his grip and his warm breath on her face... all signs indicated this wasn't a dream.
Their eyes met, filled with complex emotions.
In such an intimate, ambiguous position.
Raymond felt a mix of excitement, jealousy, and guilt seeing Margaret.
Margaret had appeared in his dreams countless times recently.
Finally, he could hold her without any reservations and bring her home.
His hand, wearing a watch, gently lifted her chin.
The kiss, tinged with alcohol and deep longing, started softly. But as he touched her lips, he wanted more.
He became forceful, wanting to take and possess more.
He had been holding back for too long.
Margaret's heart trembled as he kissed her.
But she quickly snapped out of it. What was happening now?
Was she the other woman?
Was she someone Raymond could summon and dismiss at will?
Using all her strength, she pushed him away.
A slap landed on his handsome face.
Margaret's nose tingled, and her eyes reddened instantly. She was angry at his disrespect and even angrier at herself for being so weak.
"Raymond, what do you take me for? What do you take me for!" she shouted.
Raymond's face burned with pain. After a moment, he looked at her. Seeing her cry, he felt a pang of guilt and reached out to wipe her tears.
She avoided his touch. "Don't touch me. I find it disgusting."
He had only ever been with Margaret. How could he be disgusting?
Her words made Raymond's eyes redden. "Margaret, listen to me. I have my reasons. I came back to bring you home."
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