Chapter 523 Please Don't Marry Him
Margaret returned home to find the lights glowing brightly.
She was carrying her handbag, just coming upstairs.
The floor was spotless, not a speck of dust.
The dead plants in the corners had long disappeared, replaced by several pots of succulents.
She had no idea who did it.
A faint rustling sound came from the balcony. Margaret put her handbag on the sofa and walked over.
She saw a familiar figure, wearing an apron, with his back to her, holding a watering can and carefully watering the plants.
The starlight fell on Raymond, adding a touch of warmth to his presence.
The old Raymond would never have spent his precious time on such trivial matters.
Margaret had never changed the villa's password, so he could come and go as he pleased.
Just now, Daniel had walked her to the door, and the balcony was clearly visible from there.
If it had been before, Raymond would have already lost his temper and loudly questioned her.
Margaret took a deep breath, feeling conflicted, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
His hand holding the watering can visibly stiffened. He turned around and spoke to her gently, "The plants at home died, so I thought I'd replace them with some new ones."
"That's not necessary."
"It's my way of showing I care."
"Raymond, I said it's not necessary. Didn't you understand? You have no right to care about me anymore, got it?" Margaret laughed bitterly.
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes reddened slightly. "But I want to care about you. What should I do?"
"Raymond, can you stop being so shameless? I have a boyfriend now. What are you trying to do? Be a homewrecker?"
"That's not out of the question." He slowly approached her, holding the spray bottle. "You haven't married him yet, so I still have a chance."
"Are you really going to be this shameless?"
"I want my wife. What's wrong with being shameless?" He put the watering can down, grabbed her wrist, and started to plead, "Margaret, seeing you and Daniel so close, it feels like a knife cutting through my heart. It hurts so much. I've been losing sleep these past few days."
He pointed to the dark circles under his eyes. "Look, I even have dark circles."
Margaret looked closely and indeed saw the dark circles.
It was clear he hadn't been resting well lately.
"Margaret, you can't punish me by gambling with your own happiness. Only I can give you true happiness. We need to cherish what we've been through, all the hardships we've faced."
His voice was pleading, pitiful.
Raymond pressed her against the wall.
She hadn't even reacted.
Her chin was lifted, his lips cold, gently kissing the corner of her mouth, his eyes red, his voice slightly hoarse as he begged, "Margaret, don't date him. Break up. Come back to me."
The moonlight cast a gentle glow, and so did Raymond.
Margaret's mind went blank, forgetting to push him away, forgetting to mock him.
She stood there, dazed, letting him kiss her.
"Margaret, I miss you. I miss you so much."
Margaret felt as though everything was spinning.
At some point, she found herself on the bed.
Maybe it was the wine she had with dinner.
Margaret felt dizzy.
It had been so long.
Their fingers intertwined.
Clothes fell to the carpet.
Raymond was gentle, exceptionally considerate.
The next monring, Margaret opened her eyes and found herself resting on Raymond's arm.
"Margaret, good morning."
She turned her head, seeing Raymond's upper body fully in her view, smiling at her affectionately.
She was shocked, realizing she had made a mistake under the influence of alcohol last night.
"Breakfast is ready. All your favorites," Raymond said, trying to please her.
Margaret glanced at him coldly. "Get out now that you're awake."
"Margaret, what do you mean?" His smile froze, lips pressed together in disappointment.
Margaret reminded herself not to pity men; it never ended well.
She got out of bed, picked up her nightgown from the floor, and put it on. "We're both adults. We got what we needed. It shouldn't be surprising."
"Last night was just getting what we needed?" He blinked his reddened eyes, thinking she had forgiven him.
Margaret sneered. "What else?"
As she was leaving, Raymond asked humbly, "I'm willing to be your sex partner. Can you call me when you need me?"
Margaret laughed coldly.
"No need for titles. Just let me be with you."
"Raymond, I'm getting married."
His mind exploded. Getting married?
To Daniel?
"You've only been dating him for a few days, and you're rushing to get married? Margaret, marriage isn't a joke. There's no need to gamble your happiness to hurt me."
"You think too highly of yourself. I'm marrying him simply because I love him."
Raymond thought she was joking until he saw the entertainment news.
He realized he had truly lost Margaret.
The headlines were sensational.
#Taylor Group CEO Wins Hughes CEO's Heart After 10 Years.
#Daniel and Margaret: A Perfect Match.
#Taylor and Hughes to Wed Soon.
Raymond couldn't sit still. He really couldn't.
How could she get married?
His Margaret, how could she be taken by another man?
The rain poured down.
He drove to the Hughes Manor.
The password had been changed; he couldn't get in.
The rain drenched his clothes and hair.
It rolled down his cold, hard face.
Thunder and lightning, the dark green trees swayed in the wind.
Raymond took out his phone and called Margaret, hoping she would open the door and talk.
The call was blocked.
He could only send messages, knowing she wouldn't see them, but still hoping.
[Margaret, please open the door. It's Raymond. Let's talk, okay?]
[Margaret, don't marry another man, I'm begging you.]
Before, he could accept it because he was terminally ill and couldn't see her with another man.
Now it was different. He was alive and well, able to live a long life. Watching the woman he loved marry Daniel drove him to madness.
If that were the case, he would rather not have had the bone marrow transplant, would rather have died on the operating table.
Without Margaret, what was the point of fighting to live?
'Margaret, is this your new way of torturing Raymond, making me watch you fall for someone else? If so, you've succeeded.' Raymond thought to himself.
Tears and rain mixed—
Raymond looked pathetic in the rain, nothing like his former self.
Margaret, in her bathrobe, stood by the window, watching the defeated man in the rain, sipping her wine, her nose tingling with emotion.
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