Chapter 496 I Love You Very Much.
"Raymond, seriously, can you stop being so shameless? I told you, I'm not your wife. We only dated, we haven't even taken wedding photos. What makes you think you can call me your wife?" Margaret's voice cracked with emotion as she pushed him away.
He tried to pull her back into his arms. "If you forgive me, we can take wedding photos and get our marriage license. Then you'll be my wife."
"Raymond, are you kidding me? I don't want to talk to you. Get out." Margaret's eyes were red, tears welling up. Why did he think he could treat her like this?
What did he take her for? Someone he could reconcile with whenever he wanted, hurt whenever he pleased? She was a person, not an object, and certainly not a soulless doll. She deserved respect and trust.
How could he be so sure she would ruin his plans, that she wouldn't understand or stand by him?
The truth was, Raymond didn't understand what love was. He couldn't learn how to care for someone.
Margaret turned to open the door again.
Raymond grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. "Margaret, you can be angry, you can hit me, you can curse at me, but don't kick me out. Don't deny that I'm your husband. It hurts. You were the one who approached me first, you were the one who funded me with five million dollars, and you were the one who insisted on marrying me. How can you just say you don't want me anymore?"
He continued, "Even though you forgot what I look like, forgot the mute boy, and only remember a silhouette, we still found each other through the vast sea of people and fell in love, right? It means we were meant to be together. I was born for you."
His voice was deep and magnetic, very pleasant to the ear.
But Margaret's mind was in turmoil, a tangled mess she couldn't unravel.
She kept remembering how Raymond had thrown her into the police station, how she had called his name on the street and he never showed up.
She remembered seeing the news of his engagement, making one last call to him, and his cold, hurtful words. He had called her shameless, said she was clinging to him, and suggested she should see a neurologist.
The bitterness spread from her heart. She pushed him away in frustration. "Can't I regret it? I regret funding you, regret dating you, and regret shamelessly clinging to you for so long. Raymond, I'm begging you, let me go. You said you're sick, go get treatment. Why waste time with me?"
These words were like nails driven into Raymond's heart, causing him unbearable pain.
How could she regret it? He wouldn't allow it.
He placed one large hand behind her head and wrapped the other around her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together through their clothes.
Before Margaret could react, Raymond's lips covered hers.
Every time she turned her head away, he followed—her wrists pinned high against the wall as his lips chased hers relentlessly to the left, then the right, denying her even an inch of escape.
He lightly bit her nose, making her groan in pain, and then captured her lips again, making it impossible for her to escape.
In a dizzying whirl, she found herself on the bed.
Raymond's hot breath fell on her pale swan-like neck.
Their fingers intertwined tightly.
The bedroom lights were off.
The night breeze blew in through the slightly open window.
Margaret's hair spread out over the pillow.
Raymond's kisses were so gentle, his eyes seemed to hold a galaxy of stars, and she saw herself reflected in his pupils.
Margaret pulled her hand free from his, her cheeks flushed, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
This response gave Raymond endless courage and strength.
Before this, he had been terrified.
Margaret still loved him, still cared about him.
How could someone who loved him say they didn't like him anymore? How could they just let go?
"Margaret, relax. You have the control. If you want to stop, I'll stop anytime." He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
Her palms were sweaty with nervousness.
Maybe it was because they hadn't been together for so long.
As they found their rhythm, everything fell into place.
Raymond watched her expression, and when she seemed in a better mood, he softly pleaded, "Margaret, can you forgive me just this once?"
Margaret stayed silent, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
She was afraid that if she looked at him, she would waver.
"Just this once. Or tell me, what do I need to do to win back your heart? Margaret, we don't have much time to waste. The doctor said my condition is very serious. I delayed treatment to deal with Sarah and Hubert and to bring you back sooner."
Raymond said he was sick, but Margaret found it hard to believe because he seemed as healthy as anyone. If it weren't for Rufus and Daniel saying he was sick, she would have thought he was faking it.
"Honey, you don't want to be a widow, right? Let's make up quickly. Once I'm better, I can marry you. Honey, you don't know how beautiful you look in a wedding dress."
"You've seen me in a wedding dress?" Margaret asked.
Raymond's expression turned slightly awkward. He remembered she had lost her memory and didn't recall their wedding. He deflected, "I saw it in a dream. You're so beautiful, you look good in anything."
When it came to Margaret looking beautiful in a wedding dress, he had the most authority to speak. During their wedding, he had deliberately avoided looking at her because he had brainwashed himself into seeing her as a tool for revenge.
But when Margaret appeared before him in a white wedding dress, beaming with joy and holding his arm, he was stunned. Her beauty had taken his breath away.
He wanted to hide her beauty from other men, so he had insisted she wear minimal makeup. Margaret loved him and listened to everything he said.
"Honey, I love you. I love you so much that I'm willing to give my life for you. If you don't want me, I really will die."
Raymond's eyes turned red as he kissed the corner of her lips tenderly. "Margaret, forgive me. I'm a sick man."
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