Chapter 520 Exhausted Everything to Get Closer
"Let's talk."
Margaret barely suppressed an eye roll. She couldn't figure out what Raymond was trying to do. He was sarcastic and always kept his distance from her.
He even brought back painful memories.
As he wished, she would never disturb his life again, and now he was acting all sentimental.
Margaret suddenly realized that what she once desired, now that she had it, meant nothing to her.
She was done with Raymond's arrogance, his hurtful actions, and his debts.
"Ms. Hughes, I'll go get the car," Daniel said tactfully, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, trying to give Margaret and Raymond some space.
Margaret stopped him and impatiently wrenched herself free from Raymond's grasp. "There's nothing to talk about. The past is the past. Let it go completely."
Raymond's hand fell weakly to his side. How could the past just be forgotten? Margaret had always been in his mind, impossible to erase.
With Margaret's clear stance, Daniel chimed in, looking at Raymond. "Mr. Howard, you had countless chances, and you blew them. Now that the opportunity is gone, who can you blame?"
"Daniel, you're just the Taylor family's illegitimate son! This is between Margaret and me. What business do you have interfering?" Raymond retorted with a bitter laugh.
Before Daniel could respond, Margaret cut in. "So what if he's an illegitimate son? That's his parents' fault, not his. Even though he's the Taylor family's illegitimate son, he's upright and loyal, unlike you, who only uses women's feelings to achieve your goals!"
"A bad man? Margaret, is that really how you see me?" Raymond's eyes reddened instantly, the label piercing his heart like a thumbtack.
The pain was suffocating.
Margaret said, "Without my love at first sight back then, what would you be? An orphan, an ungrateful person."
"Margaret, you're saying this for him? He's just an outsider..." Raymond's lips curled bitterly.
Margaret smirked. "Maybe Mr. Taylor was an outsider to me once, but not anymore."
"What do you mean?" Raymond's face showed a hint of confusion.
To make him give up, Margaret deliberately took Daniel's arm and acted intimately. "Let me reintroduce you, Mr. Howard. Daniel is now my boyfriend. We're dating."
Daniel looked at her, surprised.
Raymond stared at them for a long time before asking, "You're dating?"
"Yes."
"Will you get married?"
Margaret paused for a while, then forced herself to say, "Yes."
"Will you have kids?" Raymond asked again.
She smiled. "Of course."
Raymond pressed his pale lips together. He had come to tell her he would start over and win her back. He wouldn't be defeated by her cold words.
He had once tried everything to entrust her to Daniel, hoping Daniel would take care of her for life.
But now that they were together as he had wished, he felt no joy. Only bitterness, despair, guilt, regret, and countless complex emotions intertwined.
"So please, Mr. Howard, stop bothering me. I'm not interested in you anymore." Margaret held Daniel's arm, and they were about to leave.
Raymond looked at her deeply. "If you're saying these heartless lies just to make me let go, Margaret, you're too naive. This time, I'm not letting go of you. I'll lay my heart bare for you, bit by bit, until you forgive me."
Margaret and Daniel left, looking like a couple in love.
Raymond watched them, seeing Daniel gentlemanly open the car door for her.
She smiled as she got in.
The car drove away from him and onto the road.
At the restaurant, the decor was exactly what Margaret liked.
The table was filled with her favorite foods.
"You actually remember what I like to eat," Margaret said, holding her utensils, a bit surprised.
Not a single dish was out of place.
The man across from her lifted his elegant fingers, picked up his glass of water, and smiled warmly, his smile as clean as the morning sun, as pleasant as the evening breeze.
"Because you've always been in my heart. The meals I sent you before were all made by me. I'm glad they suited your taste."
"You made those?" Margaret was surprised and touched.
Daniel nodded, put down his glass, and placed some food on her plate. "I learned to cook because of you."
"Really?" Margaret was a bit skeptical.
He looked up, put down his utensils. "It was in elementary school, when I passed by you."
He recalled a season of blooming flowers and green grass.
Ever since Margaret saved him, and he was no longer bullied under the guise of being her friend, he paid special attention to her.
Due to their vastly different statuses, he felt too inferior but couldn't help wanting to see her.
He deliberately created chances to run into her, in the cafeteria, on the playground, in the school hallways—constantly crossing her path.
He heard a girl ask her, "Margaret, have you ever thought about what kind of boy you want to marry when you grow up?"
This question made the plainly dressed Daniel slow his steps.
"Of course, I have. I want to marry a boy who can cook, take care of me, and has a particularly beautiful smile. I like boys who are like sunflowers, warm and bright, living towards the sun."
Daniel silently remembered her words, and many years later, he finally became the type of person she described.
But before he could get close to her and confess, she changed her preference and turned to chase after Raymond.
Although it was just a few casual words, Daniel didn't mention the bitterness and heartache. He didn't want to pressure her.
Margaret listened, pursed her lips, and apologized, "I can't remember. I'm sorry."
It turned out that people's preferences at different stages really did change over time.
A boy like a sunflower, warm and bright, Daniel had changed so much for her words.
It turned out that Margaret wasn't entirely useless; she could play a decisive role in someone else's life.
"It's okay, as long as I remember. Can you tell me your answer now?" Daniel's fingers were interlaced, his knuckles long and beautiful.
Margaret gripped her utensils tightly. "Mr. Taylor, if you were the one I saw first, the one I liked first, I would be very happy now."
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