Chapter 532 She Just Wants to Sink Now
The moonlight cast a soft glow on Margaret, making her look ethereal.
The greenery outside the balcony swayed gently in the breeze.
Margaret's hair, usually tied up, flowed freely in the wind.
Raymond released her and pressed her against the glass door.
The coolness of the glass seeped into her back.
His defined fingers gently gripped her chin.
His lips found hers with precision.
His kiss deepened gradually.
Breathing heavily, he wished he could merge her into his very being.
Margaret, dizzy from his kisses and the wine she had earlier, melted into his arms.
Encouraged by her response, Raymond joyfully embraced Margaret and carried her from the balcony into the bedroom.
He teased her as they walked.
Margaret's eyes reddened as she gazed at the man before her, who was helping her remove her coat.
They had come so far, and these moments of peace and happiness were hard-won.
When she was sober, she could pretend not to love him so much.
She could refuse his proposals.
But now, she just wanted to give in—
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips lightly.
Surprised and delighted, he took the lead.
"Raymond."
His gentle hands cupped her cheeks.
"Raymond."
She called his name over and over, afraid this was a dream that would vanish upon waking.
This time, he respected her feelings like never before.
He let her call his name, feeling a sweet joy from being called by the one he loved.
"Raymond, you can't leave me again. No more making decisions on your own, got it?"
His head buried in her neck, and he listened to her soft complaints.
"Okay."
"Even if it takes you a long time to win me back, you can't give up halfway." Margaret pushed him away, tracing his lips with her fingers. "Because of you, I became an orphan, with no family left in this world. You have to treat me well, move me, and win me back. Only then will you have atoned."
Raymond was deeply moved by her words.
He kissed her even more passionately.
"Margaret, I love you. I will love you more than you love me. I don't need anything else. Just stay by my side. When I'm with you, even the hardships become sweet."
They spent the entire night together, tirelessly.
It seemed they had endless energy.
Margaret woke up to Raymond's kisses, already noon.
Her sleepy eyes fluttered open, her long lashes like butterflies about to take flight.
"Get up for lunch. Hurry."
Margaret, still drowsy, closed her eyes again and yawned. "Stop it, I'm so tired. Let me rest a bit more."
"Eat lunch first, then you can sleep."
"You eat by yourself. I'm not fully awake yet."
"Really not getting up?"
"No."
She kept her eyes closed, wanting to sleep a bit longer.
Suddenly, she felt completely filled.
She opened her eyes in shock.
Raymond, dressed in casual clothes, was half-kneeling in front of her. His clothes were immaculate, contrasting sharply with her disheveled state.
"Get out," Margaret said, blushing with embarrassment. This mischievous man would stop at nothing to get her out of bed.
An hour later.
She was sweaty and slightly out of breath.
Raymond approached her, bending down to pick her up.
She glared at him warningly. "Don't move."
"I'm not moving, just carrying you to wash up. Do you have the strength to go yourself?"
She really didn't but was exhausted.
Raymond smiled, then scooped her up and quickly walked to the bathroom.
He filled the bathtub with water, testing the temperature with his hand.
Once it was just right, he began to wash her.
His gaze was intense.
Margaret blushed under his gaze. Even though it wasn't the first time, being together like this still made her uneasy.
She felt nervous.
Her palms would sweat.
This must be what it was like to love someone—never getting tired of them, always feeling a sense of freshness.
She knew he was a bit of a rogue.
But today, he exceeded her expectations.
As he washed her, he began to tease her.
Margaret was scared. "No, I'm hungry."
"Come on, just one last time."
"No, I'm tired."
"Margaret, have pity on me. You know, I'm a normal guy. Since you jumped off the building, we've only done it once a few days ago, and that was just a simple, drunken encounter." Raymond, at some point, had also gotten into the tub. He pressed her against the edge.
He spoke softly, playing the victim, while gently kissing her eyes and brows.
His wet clothes clung to his body, revealing his enticing lines.
Water trickled down his face.
Their bodies fit together perfectly.
"Margaret—"
His voice was so soft, it melted her heart.
After waiting so long, he deserved some satisfaction.
She didn't want him to suffer. Holding it in for too long wasn't good for his health.
Two hours later.
Everything was calm again.
Raymond lifted her out of the tub and offered to dry her hair.
She quickly refused, afraid he would start again.
Raymond smiled, then went to the walk-in closet to change clothes before heading down the spiral staircase.
Margaret dried her hair, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She found matching loungewear in the closet.
He had prepared it.
She didn't fuss, especially since she had no other clothes to change into.
Dressed, she slipped on some slippers and walked down the spiral staircase.
She saw him sitting on the lawn outside the apartment.
A small table was laden with various foods he had prepared. He sat in a chair, holding a finance magazine.
The sun was shining beautifully, not too hot. The sunlight felt especially comfortable on the skin.
Margaret walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
"Eat lunch, then you can nap," Raymond said, closing the magazine and looking at her.
She bit into a sandwich. "I need to go to the office."
"Are you a workaholic now? Taking a day off won't make the sky fall."
"That's not necessarily true," Margaret mumbled.
Raymond laughed. "If the sky falls, I'll hold it up. It won't touch you."
Her hand paused for a moment before she picked up the milk and took a sip.
Then she heard him ask, "How about turning this lawn into a rose garden?"
"Isn't that a hassle?" Margaret replied casually.
Raymond turned slowly, giving her a serious smile. "The Taylor Villa has a rose garden, right?"
"I think so," Margaret recalled, not thinking much of it.
"My rose garden will be bigger and more beautiful than theirs."
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