Chapter 69 Can't Fake a Smile
In Raymond's head, Sarah's video kept playing on a loop, driving him nuts.
In the clip, Margaret was all smiles and giggles with Daniel.
Raymond, trying to keep his cool, shoved down the jealousy bubbling up inside him.
Margaret tried to pull away, but his grip just got tighter.
She winced in pain.
Margaret sneered and shot back, "Sorry, I never took acting classes. Can't fake a smile. If you want fake, go see Sarah."
Raymond's eyes narrowed, cold as ice. "Is that your attitude?"
Margaret didn't bother to reply, her eyes drooping. She was beat, too drained to argue.
Raymond pushed on. "Why didn't you pick up my call?"
Margaret stared at her worn-out slippers. "My phone died. Can I borrow yours for a sec, Raymond?"
Raymond asked, "What for?"
Margaret looked up, a bitter smile on her face. "I used to have free rein with your phone. Now I can't even borrow it? Forget it, I'll charge mine."
She tried to pry his hand off, but no luck.
His grip was like a steel trap, unyielding.
Margaret frowned, clearly annoyed. "Let go. I need to charge my phone."
Raymond still didn't let go. He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her.
Margaret's eyes widened in surprise as she took it.
She opened the contacts, found Sarah's number, dialed it, and put it on speaker.
Raymond watched her, curious about her next move.
The phone rang twice before Sarah picked up, her fake tone making Margaret want to puke. "Raymond, why are you calling me so late? What's up?"
Margaret sneered, her eyes on Raymond's hand gripping her wrist. "It's me, Margaret."
Raymond was ridiculously handsome, his skin better than most girls'.
The simple suit he wore always caught her eye.
High nose bridge, thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Men with thin lips were the most heartless.
Sarah's tone turned sharp, grating on Margaret's nerves. "Margaret, why do you have Raymond's phone?"
Margaret smirked, "He's my husband. Of course I have his phone."
Raymond's tense expression softened a bit.
So she was using his phone to make a point.
Margaret said mockingly, "But I didn't call to fight. Come over and take Raymond. He wants to see your fake smile."
After she said that, Raymond snatched the phone and hung up.
He glared at Margaret, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the wall. "Margaret, are you nuts? Why are you calling Sarah in the middle of the night?"
"Don't you want to see a fake smile? I'm making it happen for you." Margaret's eyes showed no fear, she smiled. "You've done everything with Sarah, why act innocent?"
As soon as she finished, she saw a flicker of anger on Raymond's face.
For a moment, she almost thought she had wronged him, that he and Sarah were innocent.
She looked at him. "Raymond, I'm asking you one last time, did you and Sarah really do something to betray me?"
Raymond let go of her wrist.
No way, he and Sarah kept their distance in private.
Margaret stared at him, her lips curling into a broken, yet beautiful smile. "Do you need that long to think? Are you making up your words to lie to me?"
Raymond saw her eyes turning red, his throat moved slightly, he turned his gaze away, his tone cold. "Stay away from that cop."
Margaret pressed her lips, pursuing the question. "Raymond, I'm asking you, did you and Sarah really do everything?"
She wanted to give up completely; she wanted to hear the truth.
Raymond's sharp and mocking eyes fell back on Margaret's face. "Or should I wait until you're dead to do it? Sorry, I can't wait that long."
His attractive lips curved slightly, showing a smile. "Margaret, Sarah is much more fun in bed than you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Raymond saw tears streaming down Margaret's face.
Margaret was shaking with anger, her fingers curled into fists, but she still smiled, her voice choked with sobs. "Couldn't you wait until we divorced to sleep with her? Raymond, you betrayed me! When we got married, you swore you'd be good to me, that you'd never do anything to hurt me. Everyone at school is talking about your inappropriate relationship with Sarah, and you told me she was your sister. No matter how my friends warned me, tried to stop me from being with you, I believed you!
"Do you remember the day you first came to The Hughes family? You probably don't remember the weather that day, or what color clothes I was wearing. I remember everything about you, everything, to this day.
"When you first came to The Hughes family, you were bullied, and I stood up for you. I made you my bodyguard, I paid for you to learn all your skills. It was The Hughes family's money that put you through school, got you into The Hughes Group, and made you who you are today. How did I fall for someone like you?"
Faced with Margaret's questioning and breakdown, Raymond was indifferent, just adjusting his glasses. "Aren't you tired of repeating these old stories? I am."
When they got married, he thought she was his sunshine, positive and uplifting.
Now he found her annoying. That was how men were.
Margaret was choked with bitterness, unable to speak. After a while, she took a breath and asked the question in her heart, "The day Ashley died, when you came to the hotel to find me, was it really just to see if I was dead?"
She looked up, her eyes locked on Raymond's face not far away.
She didn't want to miss any subtle changes in his expression.
But Raymond's face was calm, giving nothing away. He didn't speak.
Margaret wanted to give up completely, so she pressed on. "Tell me; did you come that day because you were worried something had happened to me, or were you really there to collect my body?"
Margaret leaned towards the latter, her rational mind telling her that Raymond was angry because Ashley failed to kill her, so he showed up to humiliate her.
But she still wanted to hear him admit it.
She wanted to hear him defend himself, even if it was a lie. As long as he said it, she would believe it.
She shouted, "Raymond, tell me!"
But Raymond didn't even want to lie to her anymore. His cruel words drilled into her ears, unstoppable.
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