Chapter 534 For Happiness, She Wants to Try Again
"Pregnant?"
Margaret watched his expression change.
She felt a wave of nerves hit her.
Thinking he didn't believe her, she pulled the pregnancy test report from her handbag and showed it to him. "Look, this is today's test result."
Raymond took it and glanced down.
He muttered, "What a coincidence."
That sentence made Margaret's heart, which had just started to revive, plummet to the bottom.
Why was he reacting like this?
Wasn't he the one who wanted to get back together with her?
Shouldn't he be happy, hugging and kissing her, lifting her up?
This was their child.
Pregnancy really revealed a lot.
Margaret suppressed her discomfort, her throat dry. "Yeah, what a coincidence. One night, and it happened. So, Raymond, what are you planning to do?"
He remained silent, not saying a word.
She refused to give up, shamelessly pressing him for an answer.
But he still didn't respond.
The air suddenly became very quiet.
She had thought their hardships were over.
But it turned out to be just a dream.
The child came, and the dream ended.
He didn't want this child!
He thought it was bad timing!
She almost got fooled by him again.
Margaret watched him as he continued to look at the pregnancy report.
"Raymond, don't you have anything to say?"
"I'm a bit stunned."
So his response was just that he was a bit stunned.
Margaret's heart had already shattered; she felt foolish for being deceived by this man over and over again, falling for his empty promises.
Yet she never learned her lesson.
"I'm going to have this baby. I need it to keep me company," Margaret continued.
Raymond looked up, placed the pregnancy report beside the sofa.
He stood up and changed the subject. "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
He changed the subject again.
He had a child now, and not only was he not happy, but he kept avoiding responsibility and changing the topic.
Margaret gave him an out, but he didn't take it.
What was there to hope for?
'Margaret, are you still not giving up on him?' She thought.
Fortunately, she wasn't short on money now; she could raise the child alone and bring it up well.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't want to show it in front of him; it was too humiliating. She forced the tears back, stood up from the sofa, and looked at him coldly. "That's all I wanted to say. Now that I've said it, you can leave."
"Not eating?" He smiled at her.
The more he smiled, the angrier she got. She suppressed her anger. "I'm not hungry. Leave. And don't come looking for me again."
Then she pushed him towards the door.
Raymond refused to leave.
He hugged her and pinned her against the wall. "Margaret, eat first, and then I'll tell you my answer."
"No need."
His answer was already clear.
She didn't want to be so tactless.
Some things didn't need to be said outright; saying them ruined the moment.
"Leave. Raymond, please, leave. If you don't leave, I'll really get angry."
Margaret kept pushing him.
But he was like a brick wall, impossible to move.
Tears streamed down her face. "I can raise the child alone. I don't need your fake, high-sounding words. Don't show up in front of me again."
"Finished?"
Raymond patiently waited for her to finish.
She didn't respond.
"Finished? Then listen to me." Raymond held her shoulders, staring at her intently. "We'll have the baby. We'll get married and give the child a home. Margaret, think about it."
"Have the baby? Get married?" Margaret's eyes were red, tears clinging to her lashes.
He nodded. "Yes, get married. Margaret, let me move in and take care of you and the baby. We need to take wedding photos and have a ceremony soon. Otherwise, it'll be inconvenient when your belly gets bigger. Margaret, before the baby, I could wait for you to decide whether to marry me. But now that the baby is here, you need to think about the baby. The baby needs a legitimate father and a complete family. Marry me, Margaret."
His face was very close to hers.
His prominent nose touched her upturned nose.
Margaret felt deeply moved; she had been waiting for him to say this.
But he had refused to express it earlier, which had infuriated her.
"Marry me, Margaret?" He kissed her lips.
She turned her head away. "No."
"Yes."
"No." Margaret was being contrary.
Raymond chuckled, his hand slipping into her underwear. "What? Planning to marry another man with my child?"
"Yeah. I'll marry another man and make your child call him dad. That'll drive you crazy." Margaret's face was flushed.
Suddenly, she was swept off her feet and onto the sofa.
He was very intense, and Margaret was a bit worried. "Raymond—"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt the baby. I care about my baby too." He kissed her brow, comforting her.
Margaret's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"Marry me, Margaret."
"No."
"Marry me."
She realized he was using this situation to force her to agree.
Margaret was exhausted and quickly surrendered, not wanting to continue. "I'm tired. Can we go eat?"
"Agree to marry me first, then I'll take you to eat."
Margaret stubbornly refused to agree; she didn't want to give in too quickly, fearing he would become arrogant, knowing someone loved him so deeply.
She bit her lip, trying not to make uncontrollable sounds.
Raymond, this bad man, was getting more intense.
His pace was fast.
She was struggling to keep up, holding tightly to his back. "Raymond—"
"Marry me, okay? Margaret, I'll be a good husband and father. If you don't agree, I'll keep going until you do." He lightly bit the lobe of her ear, his low laugh half-threatening, half-coaxing.
Margaret's psychological defenses were being slowly broken down.
Like leaves swept away by the autumn wind, and she surrendered.
She thought, 'Raymond is my fate.'
He didn't need to do anything; just standing there, reaching out to her, smiling, she would lose control and run to him.
In this life, you never knew what tomorrow held, so she didn't want to waste time on hatred and resentment. She wanted happiness.
She wanted steady, everlasting happiness.
Happiness was brought to her by Raymond.
"Raymond, if you dare to hurt me again, I'll take the baby and disappear where you can't find us. You'll regret it for the rest of your life." Margaret lay on the sofa, her eyes red from crying. For the baby, for her happiness, she wanted to try again.
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