Chapter 73 Look Carefully, Who Suits Her Better, Me or Him?
Margaret and Daniel both acted like he wasn't even there.
He strolled over.
Margaret and Daniel were chilling on a loveseat, the kind meant for couples.
Raymond eyed the strawberry cake next to Daniel, then the half-eaten one in front of Margaret. Same cake.
He felt a weird surge of irritation.
Raymond yanked a wooden chair from the next table and plopped down, trying to look cool.
The waiter rushed over with the menu. Raymond ordered a black coffee, no sugar.
Just as the waiter was about to leave, Raymond called him back. With a smirk, he pointed at Daniel and then at himself, asking, "Hey, who do you think suits her better, me or him?"
The waiter gulped nervously, thinking, 'Did I mess up?'
Raymond suddenly grinned. "Can't decide?"
That grin sent shivers down the waiter's spine.
Margaret stepped in to save the waiter. "Go do your job; ignore him."
Raymond's lips twitched at her words.
The waiter shot Margaret a grateful smile and hurried off to get the coffee.
Daniel chuckled, "Mr. Howard, you came all the way down here for coffee? This place must be something special."
Raymond shot back, "If I didn't come, how would I catch you two having a little affair?"
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. He actually used the word "affair" to insult her and Daniel.
Daniel frowned and said, "Raymond, you can be mad at me, but Margaret is your wife. Show some respect. A man who doesn't respect his wife, no matter how successful, is just a jerk. Mr. Howard, you're not a jerk, right?"
"So protective of her? Mr. Taylor, I think your investigation of me and Sarah is just a cover. You're here to defend her, aren't you?" Raymond crossed his arms and smirked at Daniel. "Taking the woman I don't want, does that make you feel superior?"
Daniel clenched his fist, ready to punch Raymond.
Margaret, worried things would escalate, quickly intervened. "Mr. Taylor, don't be rash. You go ahead, I'll find you later to continue the talk."
Daniel glared at Raymond but didn't let go of his collar.
Margaret pleaded, "Mr. Taylor, please, for me."
Daniel saw her anxious expression, softened a bit, and let go of Raymond's collar. "We'll talk later."
Margaret nodded. "Okay."
She didn't notice Raymond's dark expression as he sat on the wooden chair.
Margaret watched Daniel leave, and Raymond's mocking voice came from behind. "He's gone, no need to stare."
Margaret pulled herself together, thinking, 'Don't get mad, he's not worth it.'
She didn't have much time left; the doctor said she needed to stay positive to live a bit longer.
Margaret walked to the sofa, grabbed her black handbag, and started to leave, passing by Raymond.
Raymond grabbed her wrist. "In a rush to be with him?"
So, in his eyes, she was that low; he never trusted her.
Margaret looked up, her eyes red, forcing a smile. "Mr. Howard, wanna join the fun? How about calling Sarah, and we make it a foursome?"
"Margaret!" Raymond tightened his grip, frowning, clearly annoyed.
Margaret laughed, "Oh, I forgot, Sarah's at the police station for prostitution."
"You framed her and got her arrested. Instead of feeling guilty, you're proud?" Raymond laughed bitterly. "Look at you now, where's the Mrs. Howard I knew?"
His words hit Margaret hard, making her tremble slightly.
She had to hold onto the sofa armrest to steady herself.
He was right; in her current state, she didn't look like his wife.
She was a terminal cancer patient, so how could she look like Raymond's wife?
Margaret gave a bitter smile. "Raymond, make sure to come back tonight. I have something to say."
The bitterness on her lips hit Raymond like a punch to the gut.
He didn't mean it like that.
He opened his mouth to explain.
But Margaret slapped his hand away. "If you don't come back tonight, tomorrow you'll see your affair with Sarah splashed all over the front page."
The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
She walked off, and he didn't go after her.
Just then, the waiter brought his coffee. "Sir, your coffee."
"I’m her husband," Raymond said, taking the coffee, his cold eyes locking onto the waiter's shocked face. "Got it?"
The waiter swallowed hard. Why was he so intense?
Then she smiled and replied, "Got it, sir. Sorry for earlier. But you and your wife really do match."
Raymond left the coffee shop, his face a mask.
The waiter sighed in relief, finally able to breathe.
Every time Raymond used to come back to The Hughes Manor, Margaret would have dinner ready, waiting for him.
Raymond couldn't remember the last time they ate out together.
Ever since Marlon fell down the stairs, he rarely went back to her place.
Forget eating together, he even missed her birthday.
He used to personally pick out birthday gifts for her.
Hatred had driven them further apart, making this marriage a mess.
Raymond took off his glasses, feeling drained. Hatred had worn him out.
He didn't know if seeing Daniel and her eating cake together had set him off.
Or if he just wanted to stop, take a break, and then continue hating her.
Raymond picked up his phone, searched for Margaret's WhatsApp, but couldn't find it. Then he remembered he had blocked her a year ago when he proposed divorce.
He gave up trying to contact her. He had wanted to tell her not to prepare dinner tonight, that they would go out to eat, have her favorite barbecue.
Raymond usually worked until midnight.
But today, he planned to leave work at five, wrapping up his tasks.
He gave Alvin the day off and drove himself back to The Hughes Manor.
When he got back to the villa, it wasn't what he expected.
He thought Margaret would be like a year ago, cooking dinner, waiting for him.
Before marriage, Margaret didn't know how to cook; her family had maids and servants, so she never had to.
When he ate food made by the servants, she would throw a little tantrum, get jealous, and then she hired a chef. A month later, she learned to cook and did quite well.
Raymond glanced at the second-floor living room, it was pitch dark, not a single light on.
Raymond then turned on the wall light.
He immediately saw her thin figure on the sofa, sitting straight, with a gentle demeanor, holding a glass of water.
There was no prepared dinner, no welcoming hug, just a cold, indifferent back.
She had asked him to come back, but she didn't even turn her head, didn't look at him at all.
The cold reality contrasted sharply with the once warm scenes, creating a strong sense of disparity that made Raymond feel irritable. He tugged at his tie and walked into the living room. "Have you had dinner?"
His tone was still high and mighty, filled with impatience.
Her beautiful fingers tightened around the glass.
The water was cold, so was the glass, but it wasn't as cold as Raymond's indifferent, impatient words, which chilled her heart.
It was ironic; before Marlon's accident, he always spoke to her gently, never daring to raise his voice.
Now their positions in this marriage had reversed.
Margaret knew he hated her to the extreme, even going so far as to have Ashley drive to kill her.
But hearing his cold concern still made her heart ache, making it hard to breathe.
She lifted her eyelids, looked at him, and chose to retort sarcastically. She had too many grievances against the Raymond in front of her; she could no longer be magnanimous. "I am the daughter of your enemy. Starving to death would save you the trouble of doing it yourself."
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