Chapter 76 Buying Condoms
Raymond grabbed it, gave it a quick look, and chucked it in the trash. "Nah, I ain't feelin' this brand. Go get me another one."
Margaret snapped, "Raymond, you serious? The brand ain't gonna mess with your performance."
Raymond got up from the couch, checked his watch, and grabbed his suit jacket, looking ready to bounce.
Margaret bit her lip, trying to keep her cool. "What brand do you want then?"
Raymond shrugged. "Dunno. Just not the ones you got."
Seeing Margaret's angry laugh, Raymond smirked. "Didn't you say you could handle anything once we split? Can't even buy decent condoms. Makes me wonder if you really want this divorce. I ain't got time to waste."
Margaret stormed off to the supermarket again.
She bought every damn brand of condoms they had.
The cashier stared at the pile, wide-eyed. "Miss, you don't need this many. Just come back when you run out."
Everyone in line was giving Margaret weird looks.
Margaret didn't care. The first time buying condoms was awkward, but now she was over it.
She pulled up the payment code on her phone. "It's cool, just ring 'em up."
The shopping bag was stuffed to the max.
Margaret dumped the big bag of condoms in front of Raymond. "This enough for you?"
"Margaret, you really outdid yourself." Raymond laughed, looking at the bag full of condoms.
Margaret shot back with a grin, "You told me to get 'em."
He squinted, her smile getting under his skin. "After tonight, we're done. That make you happy?"
Margaret mocked, "Oh, absolutely. Mr. Howard, you not happy?"
Raymond didn't answer, just finished his drink.
Margaret asked with a smirk, "Mr. Howard, you catchin' feelings for me?"
Raymond's grip tightened on the cup, sneering at her. "Even if every woman on earth died, I wouldn't fall for you."
Margaret's smile vanished.
Even if every woman on earth died, he wouldn't love her.
Margaret thought, 'Time to let go, end this mess. My body can't take it anymore.'
Margaret looked down, hearing his order. "Come over and take off my tie."
Margaret scoffed, "Go to the police station and have Sarah do it for you."
She had just thrown shade at him, and now he wanted her to take off his tie? No way.
Raymond said, "After the divorce, she'll be doing it every day. You don't need to worry."
Margaret shot back, "Then have her come over now and get some practice."
Raymond's tone finally showed some edge, a mix of warning and impatience. "Margaret, if you want this divorce, stop pissing me off!"
Hearing this, sure enough, Margaret walked up to him. "Stand up."
Raymond stood, oddly compliant.
But he felt a wave of irritation.
She'd do anything for this divorce.
Raymond's face darkened bit by bit.
His eyes landed on Margaret.
She'd lost weight, not just her body but her face too.
Her features were more delicate now.
She wasn't a knockout, not the kind that blew you away at first sight, but she was easy on the eyes, definitely a rich girl.
He remembered when he first met her, her cheeks were a bit round, but her smile was like the brightest star in the night sky.
She said she was his lighthouse, helping him out when the Hughes family servants bullied him.
But now, she wouldn't be his lighthouse anymore; she'd go light up some other guy's life.
Raymond felt a pang of sadness.
Margaret felt the same way.
She stared at the tie around Raymond's neck, a plain black one.
She'd bought this brand before.
But this tie was definitely not from her.
As she untied it, she asked casually, "Did Sarah pick this tie for you?"
Raymond's eyelid twitched, instantly getting the picture.
Alvin had played him. Said Margaret bought it.
Raymond's voice was a bit rough, his tone icy. "Doesn't it look good?"
His gaze was even colder.
Margaret shot back, "It's ugly."
Raymond retorted, "Not as ugly as you."
Margaret asked, "If you think I'm ugly, why'd you marry me? Were you blind?"
Raymond sneered, "You wouldn't let go of me. How could I not marry you?"
Margaret took off the tie and suddenly said, "Raymond, at our wedding, you had no expression, wouldn't even smile. Was it 'cause you didn't wanna marry me? Were you thinking about your parents' deaths? Did you see me smiling and laugh at me for being so dumb?"
Raymond blurted out, "Yes."
After a moment, she bit her lip and said bitterly, "Must've been tough, living with me and pretending to love me. But after tonight, you won't have to see me anymore."
Their marriage was a mistake. No point dragging it out.
Raymond felt unusually irritated hearing her say that. "Help me with my bath."
"Aren't you disgusted by seeing me?" Margaret smiled bitterly, not getting what he was up to.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling wickedly. "Seeing you suffer makes me happy."
Torturing her was his pleasure. Margaret got it.
In the bathroom, Raymond had stripped down, standing there naked.
Her ears turned red, her face hot and flushed.
Holding the bath sponge, she carefully scrubbed his upper body clean.
Raymond was always clean. He had a thing about cleanliness, needed to bathe twice a day.
Raymond watched her.
Margaret kept her head down, her shy demeanor catching his deep gaze.
Margaret put down the bath sponge, her arms sore. "All done. You can get out now."
Raymond casually said, "You only washed the top. Aren't you gonna wash the bottom?"
Margaret was confused. "The bottom isn't dirty."
Raymond frowned. "Who told you it isn't dirty?"
Margaret's face was red and hot, handing him the bath sponge. "If you want it washed, do it yourself."
Raymond asked, "Margaret, do you not want a divorce anymore?"
That sentence again. But it was her weak spot.
Margaret smiled silently, gripping the bath sponge, and squatted down.
Raymond's big hand suddenly pulled her, making water splash everywhere.
She hadn't even reacted.
Her whole body fell into the bathtub.
Margaret's white shirt instantly got wet and see-through.
Her red underwear was clearly visible.
Her curvaceous figure, her hot curves, were even more pronounced.
Margaret was the type who looked very slim, but she was voluptuous. Her figure was sexy.
Margaret glared at Raymond, angrily saying, "Raymond, what are you doing?"
Raymond looked calm, not the least bit embarrassed. "Sitting outside the bathtub, isn't it tiring? Now you can wash."
Margaret pursed her lips, maybe she was overthinking. He hated her so much; how could he be interested in her? What was she thinking?
Holding the bath sponge, she scrubbed his inner thighs.
Accidentally, she touched a place she shouldn't have, feeling a surge of heat. He actually had a physiological reaction.
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