Chapter 582 Truly a Fool
Margaret was curled up on the couch, and when she heard the sound, she froze for a moment.
She looked up and saw Raymond placing his briefcase on the sofa.
She had been waiting for him all night and was a bit upset, but seeing his exhausted face, clearly worn out yet still trying to smile at her, her feelings became mixed. She felt a pang of heartache amidst her frustration.
He walked over to her, crouched down, and gently held her hand, rubbing it softly. "Why are your hands so cold?"
Her anger dissipated significantly, but she couldn't help but act a bit petulant, swatting his hand away. "Raymond, I've been waiting for you so long that I'm starving."
Raymond's expression became complicated. It was so late, and she hadn't slept or eaten. He stood up and lifted her into his arms. "You're such a fool."
"You broke your promise, and now you're calling me names? Do you think that's fair?" Margaret pretended to be angry.
He placed her on a chair by the dining table. "I haven't eaten either. Let's dine together."
"The food's cold," Margaret glanced at the dishes and started to get up. "I'll heat it up."
Mary was already asleep, so it wouldn't be right to bother her.
Just as she was about to stand, Raymond gently pushed her back down. "Sit tight, I'll take care of it."
Margaret didn't argue with him. He should be the one to do it, considering how late he came home.
In the open kitchen, she watched him tie on an apron, grab a spatula, and skillfully turn on the stove. He put the dishes she had made into the pan and began to stir-fry them.
Soon, the aroma of food filled the air.
Margaret watched his busy figure. He was actually quite good at cooking, but she rarely got to taste his food because he was always so busy.
All the remaining discontent in Margaret's heart melted into gratitude.
"Margaret, just eat your food. Don't worry about me," Raymond said, his throat feeling tight.
Margaret was displeased by his words. "I'm your wife. How can I not worry about you? Hurry up and eat. You've lost weight."
"Next time, come home earlier. Don't make me wait like this. And don't turn off your phone; I worry about you," Margaret added.
Raymond agreed, his eyes growing moist, but he forced the tears back.
After dinner, they left the dishes unwashed.
Raymond went to take a shower.
In the bathroom, he turned the water on full blast.
The water splashed against the tiles, making a loud noise.
His eyes were red, and he felt deeply suppressed.
If only the situation with Waverly didn't exist, how wonderful life would be.
He would be truly happy now, with a caring wife and a lovely daughter, Felicity. But he couldn't find Waverly, didn't know where she had gone or what she was planning.
Alvin had searched all of Silverbrook but found no clues.
Waverly hadn't made any transactions, as if she had vanished into thin air.
The more this went on, the more uneasy Raymond felt.
People always feared and worried about the unknown.
He desperately wanted to hold onto the hard-earned happiness he had now, but happiness felt like sand slipping through his fingers—the tighter he held, the faster it disappeared.
After his shower, he grabbed a towel and dried off.
He put on a bathrobe, found the hairdryer, and started drying his hair in front of the mirror.
He deliberately took his time, hoping Margaret would fall asleep before he returned to the bedroom. He didn't dare to suggest sleeping separately, nor did he have a reason to, but he felt guilty and uneasy when he saw her sincere eyes.
People really shouldn't do things that weigh on their conscience, or they'd end up like him, unable to find peace.
He smoked a few cigarettes, and at one in the morning, he finally pushed open the bedroom door.
Raymond saw Margaret lying on her side, facing away from the door. He walked over and saw her eyes were closed, seemingly asleep.
He sighed in relief.
He closed the door, walked to the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down on the other side.
He moved carefully, not wanting to wake her, as she was a light sleeper.
But he didn't know that when the mattress sank, Margaret, who was facing away from him, suddenly opened her eyes. She hadn't been asleep, just waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.
She turned over and saw him lying far away, as if deliberately keeping his distance.
What was he doing?
Was he so afraid of her getting close?
Margaret felt that Raymond was acting very strange. Before she had their child, when she was much heavier, he would hold her every night and give her a goodnight kiss.
Her intuition told her that he was dealing with something very difficult.
If it were in the past, Margaret would have been angry, but after all the ups and downs they had been through, she knew that trust was essential in a marriage. He was fighting for their family.
Business was like a battlefield. He was managing The Howard Group and also taking care of The Hughes Group.
She wondered, 'Margaret, he is the man who risked his life for you, who donated his liver for you. How could he betray you? Any man in the world might cheat, but not him.'
She kept reassuring herself, giving herself a pep talk.
Her mood improved a bit.
She moved closer to him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing their bodies together.
She felt Raymond's body stiffen, as if he was startled.
"Margaret, did I wake you?" Raymond turned to look at her, concerned.
He still cared about her, so she couldn't doubt him.
Margaret snuggled into his arms, just like before. She rested her head on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, his warmth.
Raymond misunderstood. "Margaret, I'm really tired today. Can we do this another time?"
She blinked her dry eyes. Did he think she only had that on her mind?
But she responded kindly, "I'm tired too. Don't overthink it."
"Let's both get some rest," he said, patting her shoulder.
Margaret asked worriedly, "Has Alvin not sorted things out yet?"
"No, he hasn't."
"Raymond, don't put so much pressure on yourself. You can try telling me."
"Telling you?" Raymond murmured, laughing self-deprecatingly as he looked at the obedient Margaret in his arms. How could he say it? If he did, their family might fall apart.
"Don't underestimate me. Having an extra person to help isn't a bad thing. Raymond, I'm really worried about you. I'm afraid you'll collapse from all this stress," Margaret said, reflecting on all the hardships they had endured. The memories were still vivid, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm really worried about you. You're not just a money-making machine. Remember when you had leukemia and couldn't find a bone marrow match? It was so hard. If I hadn't donated my bone marrow, you would have died, Raymond."
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