Chapter 77 The Shameless Behavior of This Beast
Margaret instinctively wanted to move her hand somewhere else.
He suddenly grabbed her hand tight, keeping it right where it was.
Raymond pushed her against the edge of the tub, "Why you freaking out?"
She bit her lip. "I'm not. Raymond, let's get out. We're done here."
His strong hand gripped her waist, rubbing it.
She gasped, about to say something, but he shut her up with a forceful kiss.
With his eyes closed, he kissed her hard and rough.
Margaret gritted her teeth, refusing to give in.
She thought, 'This jerk. What does he want now?'
But then he switched it up, going all gentle and slow.
He kissed her earlobe, nibbling softly, his voice smooth and seductive. "Margaret, be good."
Even though they hadn't hooked up in a year, he still knew her too well.
Margaret melted in his arms.
Raymond said softly, "Good girl, just go with it."
He spoke so gently.
How could she not be good?
How could she not listen?
How could she not comply?
This was the Raymond she knew.
Margaret leaned against his broad chest, her small face pressed tight against him.
Her eyes were wet and innocent, looking up at Raymond.
Raymond pinched her chin and kissed her again.
Margaret's mind went blank, totally dazed.
He hated her so much, yet treated her like this. Margaret's first thought was that he was up to no good again. Her fingers clenched into fists, wanting to push him away.
But after tonight, it would all be over.
This was their last time before the divorce.
No more chances after this.
It was her last time with him before she died.
Thinking of this, Margaret's clenched fingers slowly relaxed. Maybe Raymond wasn't as bad as she thought. She didn't want to worry anymore, just wanted to sink into his current tenderness.
"Raymond," she murmured softly, her fingers gripping his narrow waist.
As soon as she spoke, Raymond's eyes snapped open.
He pulled away from her lips.
He was so close to her; his fingers pinching her chin tightened.
Margaret winced in pain.
She could see the desire in his eyes vanish instantly, replaced by deep disgust, darkness, and rationality.
She didn't know what she said wrong, why it was the same last time.
He clearly wanted to make love, but when she said, "Raymond, let's live well together, okay?"
Her words seemed to kill his mood.
Raymond sneered coldly, "Can't even hold it anymore while helping me bathe? Margaret, a year apart and you've become this cheap?"
His words, cold and disgusted expression crushed the hope in her heart.
It was like being hit with a stick, her mind instantly cleared.
Margaret thought, 'Am I stupid? He talked so gentle to me just to humiliate and torture me. He threw out a bait, and I can't wait to bite?'
For a moment, humiliation, grievance, and embarrassment all surged in her heart. He suddenly released her.
He stood up, his long legs stepping out of the tub.
Grabbing a towel to wipe off the water, then wrapping himself in a bathrobe, he left the bathroom without looking back, saying indifferently, "Come out and dry my hair."
Raymond left the bathroom, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and waited for Margaret to come out and dry his hair.
Just now, he was really stirred by her shy appearance.
If she hadn't spoken, hadn't called his name, hadn't said she wanted it, he would have made love with her.
Her voice was too untimely, making him instantly rational, reminding him that he couldn't be moved by Marlon's daughter.
After he finished a cigarette, Margaret still hadn't come out.
Raymond walked to the bathroom door, knocked. "You coming out yourself, or should I come in and carry you out?"
Margaret's sobbing voice came through. "Almost done."
She was crying.
No surprise there, given the humiliation.
This was what she deserved. Compared to his parents' lives, being verbally humiliated was nothing.
Raymond's face went back to being stone-cold.
Two minutes later, Margaret came out wrapped in a bathrobe, found the hairdryer, and started drying Raymond's hair.
Since they started dating, every time he washed his hair, she would insist on drying it for him.
And now, it was the first time in a year she was drying his hair.
But it was forced by him.
Margaret's face showed reluctance, pouting, quickly finishing the task, then putting away the hairdryer, as if she didn't want to stay with him for even a second longer.
Raymond thought of her shy appearance just now, which he would never see again.
She would act coy and say she wanted to make love to another man, and would also help another man bathe and dry hair.
Her words from tonight echoed in his ears. "Raymond, I don't want you anymore."
She didn't want him anymore.
To get a divorce, she could shamelessly do humble things in front of him.
Was it for that cop?
As soon as he thought of this, he was furious and felt jealous.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her suddenly.
Margaret fell onto his lap.
She frowned, trying to get up.
But his hand held her tightly. "Do you know how to seduce me?"
Margaret was stunned.
He continued, "Just now in the bathroom, I taught you once. Haven't you learned?"
Margaret's face instantly turned red and hot. He was at it again!
"Is your learning ability that poor? Hmm? After the divorce, which man would want to keep you if you're this shy?" Raymond's flirtatious gaze blatantly scrutinized her.
As if he wanted to strip her clothes off and look his fill.
Margaret's face turned pale instantly. She clenched her fist, angrily saying, "Raymond, is it fun to humiliate me like this? Wasn't the scene just now enough?"
"Don't you think it's fun?" Raymond twirled her long hair around his fingers, smiling with interest. "But I find it very fun."
He actually found this torment amusing.
Watching her make a fool of herself, seeing her embarrassed, trampling her dignity underfoot, was fun.
Margaret laughed at herself a few times. How could she have fallen for him?
It was all karma, the karma of misjudging people.
Raymond asked, "What are you laughing at? If you can't do it, don't force yourself. Continue being Mrs. Howard."
Raymond's face turned cold inch by inch. Her laughter was an eyesore.
He was very annoyed.
Being his wife made her that uncomfortable?
But this position was something she had a fight with her parents to get.
A woman's heart was the most fickle.
Margaret asked seriously, confirming the question again, "Raymond, as long as I satisfy you, you'll sign the divorce papers, right?"
Raymond squinted. "If you satisfy me, I'll sign immediately."
Margaret ignored the humiliation, gritting her teeth and bringing her red lips closer.
Raymond dodged.
She suppressed the bitterness in her heart, reaching to untie his bathrobe. This time, he didn't stop her.
The bathrobe slipped loosely from his body, revealing his tall, muscular frame instantly in front of Margaret.
His body was as cold and hard as his personality, without a trace of warmth.
The warm light in the living room fell on his body, bringing no warmth at all.
Margaret looked at Raymond's broad shoulders and narrow waist in front of her. He was the man she had longed for day and night for a whole year.
Her slender fingers trembled as they touched Raymond's firm abs. He smelled of the body wash she bought from the supermarket, lingering at her nose.
Life was unpredictable. After tonight, all the grudges between Margaret and Raymond would turn into a period.
Margaret boldly sat on his lap.
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