Chapter 50 Buying Medicine for Raymond
Margaret bounced outta the hotel, hunting for a pharmacy to snag some meds.
The street was a ghost town at 3 PM.
The cold wind wrapped around Margaret's frail body, making her look even thinner and her breathing more rapid.
She finally spotted an old pharmacy sign and strolled in. She said to the owner, "Hey, I need some meds."
When Margaret stated her purchase request, the owner looked at her weirdly and waved his hand. "What nonsense, we don't have that kind of medicine here. Go to another pharmacy."
Leaving the pharmacy, Margaret used her phone's navigation to find a few other pharmacies.
They were all super far away. She stood in the heavy snow, trying to hail a cab, but there were barely any cars on the road in the wee hours.
Following the navigation, Margaret walked to the pharmacies. The first three still didn't have the antidote.
At the fourth one, she found it.
She still couldn't get a cab and walked back to the hotel.
She opened the suite door.
The buzzing sound of a hairdryer came through.
Her hands and feet were numb from the cold, but the room's cozy temperature made her feel alive again.
Raymond was rocking a loose bathrobe, holding a hairdryer, his long fingers running through his wet hair.
His figure was tall and strong.
Even his back screamed nobility.
She slowly approached.
His profile was sharp, his expression gloomy.
The bathrobe revealed a tanned chest, dotted with water droplets, like tiny diamonds shining under the light.
Raymond naturally heard the approaching footsteps.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
He treated her as if she were invisible.
Margaret tightly gripped the square medicine box in her hand and then handed it to him. "Take three pills at a time. I'll get you some water."
Raymond continued drying his hair, ignoring her.
Margaret placed the medicine box on the coffee table. She went to pour a cup of water for him. When she came back, she found that the medicine box was still on the coffee table.
She glanced at his face, which was frighteningly red.
It was clear that the drug's effects hadn't worn off.
Sarah had given him such a strong drug.
Margaret picked up the medicine box from the coffee table and handed it to him again. "Raymond, stop messing with me. Take the medicine first. You'll need your strength to keep hating me."
The buzzing of the hairdryer abruptly stopped.
His well-defined fingers took the medicine box.
The next second, he chucked the medicine into the trash can.
"Raymond, what the hell are you doing?" Margaret looked at him in shock.
His face was red, and he snorted disdainfully, "So hypocritical, you don't need to act."
Margaret couldn't hold it anymore. "Hypocritical? Raymond, I was afraid you'd die in the bathroom. I braved the heavy snow in the middle of the night to buy you medicine, and you call me hypocritical? At 3 AM, I couldn't get a single cab. Do you know how I got there? I walked. I asked four or five pharmacies and finally got the medicine. And you call that hypocritical?"
Margaret laughed in anger, "Do you have a heart, Raymond? Can't you see who cares about you and who is good to you?"
Raymond curled his lips into a contemptuous smile. "Wasn't it you who drugged me? Aren't you tired of acting?"
Margaret clenched her fists, anger surging through her. She gritted her teeth. "It was Sarah! She told me herself!"
Raymond's eyes grew complicated, his smile stiffened, and his long eyes narrowed slightly, filled with icy coldness, "Now you're blaming Sarah? You dare to do it but not admit it?"
Margaret trembled with anger, her throat sore. She thought, 'What bad thing have I done that I need to admit?'
She hadn't done anything wrong, yet here she was, getting blamed for not owning up.
Margaret's eyes welled up, and she grabbed the glass on the table with a low roar. "Fine, it was me! I drugged you. Everything was done by me, Margaret, out of jealousy for Sarah! Raymond, is that what you wanted to hear?"
She must be out of her mind, feeling distressed for him in the middle of the night, going out to buy medicine, pouring water for him.
She was too soft. It was all her fault.
The glass shattered on the ground, instantly breaking into pieces, and the water splashed onto the hem of Raymond's white bathrobe.
Margaret ran back to the room crying, throwing herself on the bed and sobbing.
Why was everything she did wrong? He ignored all her kindness and concern.
Margaret bought a ticket to go home the next day and cried herself to sleep.
In her dream, she was swinging in The Hughes family garden.
Suddenly, the swing was pushed very high, and she screamed in fear.
Turning around, she saw Raymond pushing her, gently holding her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. "Margaret, don't be afraid. I'll always be by your side."
In the living room, Raymond cleaned up the broken glass on the floor and mopped up the water stains.
His eyes unintentionally fell on the medicine box in the trash can.
So she had gone out in the middle of the night to buy him medicine.
Raymond expressionlessly bent down and picked up the medicine box from the trash can.
Turning it over, it was indeed to relieve his symptoms.
He had taken a cold shower in the bathroom for three hours, but it still couldn't completely extinguish the desire.
He opened the medicine box, revealing small white pills.
He popped three pills from the blister pack and swallowed them dry.
The medicine was strong, and in just over ten minutes, all his discomfort was relieved.
Raymond picked up his suit jacket from the sofa, put it on expressionlessly, and buttoned it up.
Before leaving, he went to the suite bedroom.
The bedroom door was open.
He entered with a somber face.
Margaret was lying on the bed, her face still streaked with dried tears.
The suite's window was open, and the cold wind blew through the curtains onto Margaret. She sneezed with her eyes closed.
Raymond frowned, walked to the window, closed it, and drew the curtains.
He then picked up Margaret with one arm, lifted the blanket with the other, and was about to put her into bed.
Margaret seemed to feel the warmth, her eyelashes fluttering, snuggling into his arms.
Raymond remembered that when they were dating, she once pretended to twist her ankle to make him carry her.
He had picked her up just like this.
Margaret, being very cunning, clung to his waist, deliberately brushing her enticing red lips against his nose.
Raymond ignored her teasing, but she lightly bit his nose, making it tingle.
To teach her a lesson, he suddenly tightened his grip on the back of her head, dominantly and fiercely ravaging her delicate lips until she was out of breath, her face flushed red, before letting her go.
At that time, he couldn't tell if he was forced or if he had fallen for her.
He even thought about giving up his hatred and spending his life with Margaret.
But then Marlon fell down the stairs, developed dementia, and The Hughes Group completely fell into his hands.
The deep-seated hatred forced him to abandon his pretense.
To make himself hate Margaret, he disappeared for a whole year, neglecting her for a year.
He and Margaret were destined not to be together.
Thinking of the past, Raymond's eyes grew darker. He placed Margaret into the bed, tucked her in, and was about to leave when a warm hand grabbed his palm. "Raymond, don't go."
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