Chapter 498 Listen to Margaret and Take Your Medicine Obediently
"Margaret, are you worried about me?" Raymond asked, sitting on the couch like a kid who'd been caught doing something wrong. His nose and eyes were red, but he managed a smile. It was more of a statement than a question, really.
He sounded so proud and satisfied.
Margaret felt a lump in her throat. She thought he was doing it on purpose, proud that she cared about him, thinking she was being foolish.
"I told you, I don't care about you. I'm just worried that if you die here, I'll get in trouble," Margaret said, her words not matching her true feelings.
As soon as she said it, she saw the light in Raymond's eyes go out, turning lifeless.
His smile faded bit by bit.
His lips pressed together in disappointment, his eyes reddening. So, she wasn't worried about him, just afraid of the bad luck if he died in her apartment.
What did last night's tenderness mean, then?
Raymond looked away, hurt.
Margaret picked up the medicine bottle and walked over to him, forcing it into his hand. "Take your medicine. After that, go to the hospital with Alvin."
"I won't take the medicine, and I'm not going to the hospital," Raymond said, placing the bottle back on the table.
Margaret laughed in frustration. "Raymond, don't be suicidal."
"Margaret, you don't care about me anymore. Whether I live or die doesn't matter to you. If you kick me out, I won't get treatment," Raymond said, looking at her stubbornly and sadly. "I told you, if you don't forgive me and stay with me, I won't go. Everyone dies eventually. Besides, if I can't even keep my wife, what's the point of living?"
Margaret was at a loss for words.
After a long silence, she said coldly, "Take your medicine. I'll go with you to the hospital for a check-up."
"Really?" Raymond's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Take your medicine. I don't want to say it a third time," Margaret said, annoyed.
Raymond obediently picked up the bottle and poured a few pills into his mouth. The bitterness numbed his tongue.
He took a few sips of warm water, and the bitterness gradually faded.
He heard Margaret calling from the dining table, "Come eat."
"Okay."
He walked over to the table and was about to pull out the chair next to Margaret when she frowned and pointed to the farthest seat. "Sit over there."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Raymond didn't argue, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down.
He ate quietly. "Honey, if I could eat your cooking every day, I'd be so happy."
"Shut up," Margaret snapped, glaring at him.
He nodded obediently, picking up his bowl and eating his porridge in silence.
After they finished, he said, "Honey, you should go change. I'll wash the dishes."
"Aren't you not afraid of dying? Why are you in such a hurry now?" Margaret sneered, placing the dishes on the table.
Raymond smiled happily. "I'm a man with a loving wife. How could I bear to die? Not only will I not die, but I'll also cooperate with the treatment, get better quickly, and marry you."
Margaret knew these sweet words were cheap.
In her memory, he rarely spoke to her so sweetly. He was always aloof, waiting for her to make the first move.
Being coaxed by the man she liked felt so sweet.
But she kept a cold, indifferent face. "Raymond, I'm just going with you to the hospital. That doesn't mean I've forgiven you. We'll see how you behave. As for marrying you, we'll talk about it later."
Raymond saw through her tough exterior but didn't say anything.
It was their little game.
Margaret went to change clothes, feeling proud.
When she finished changing, she saw Raymond washing the dishes in the kitchen.
She smiled. This Raymond was completely different from the one she had known before.
There was a knock on the door.
"Honey, can you get that?" Raymond called out.
Margaret opened the door to find Alvin delivering clothes.
Alvin entered and saw the figure in a nightgown in the kitchen. The figure looked neither male nor female, and he couldn't help but comment to Margaret, "Mrs. Howard, is this the maid Mr. Howard hired for you? This maid looks quite unique."
Raymond turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over. "Who are you calling a maid?"
Seeing his face, Alvin was so shocked he dropped the bag of clothes. "Mr. Howard?"
Raymond was wearing a woman's nightgown? Did he have this kind of hobby?
Was this role-playing?
Alvin's mind raced with guesses. Margaret picked up the bag. "Alvin, make yourself at home."
She went to the couch.
Alvin went into the kitchen, offering to help Raymond with the dishes. "Mr. Howard, how can you do this yourself? You're a patient; you need to take care of yourself."
"So you think my wife should do it?" Raymond twisted his words.
The more he said, the more mistakes he made. Alvin quickly explained, "No, I should do it. Just call me."
He was about to take the dishcloth from Raymond, but Raymond's cold gaze stopped him. That look said, "Are you looking for trouble?"
Alvin realized Raymond was trying to gain Margaret's sympathy. Why was he interfering?
He gave Raymond a thumbs-up, whispering, "Mr. Howard, your acting skills are impressive. I really admire you."
He turned and walked to the living room.
Just as he sat on the couch, Margaret pushed a fruit platter in front of him. It had cherries, green tangerines, apples, and other fruits, glistening with water droplets.
"Alvin, I didn't know what you like, so I bought some fruit a few days ago. Have some?" Margaret smiled warmly.
He smiled, picking up a cherry.
"Alvin doesn't like fruit," Raymond interrupted, walking over.
Margaret looked at him. "How do you know Alvin doesn't like it?"
"I'm his boss. I know what he likes and doesn't like," Raymond said, glancing at Alvin. "Ask him if he likes what you bought."
Margaret looked at Alvin.
Actually, he did like it, but Raymond clearly didn't want him to eat the fruit Margaret had washed.
"That's right, I don't like these fruits," Alvin said, putting it back and laughing awkwardly.
Raymond smiled, asking Margaret, "See, honey?"
Margaret threw the bag of clothes at him. "Go change. Don't keep Alvin waiting."
Raymond actually enjoyed it when someone he cared about scolded him. Instead of getting angry, it made him happy.
Raymond smiled, taking the clothes to the bathroom to change.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.
Rufus gave him a bunch of tests. They spent the entire morning doing various check-ups. Raymond, wearing a hospital gown, insisted Margaret stay with him. He said he felt uneasy without her.
Maybe sick people were like children. Margaret had no choice but to wait outside the examination room for him.
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