Substitute Wife, Destined Lover
"Why are you standing still there?" He came to his senses when Autumn called him out. Then he changed into a more comfortable clothing and washed his hands. When he went out of the bathroom, Autumn had finished cooking. She had served a rich dinner on table already.
"Why ere you stending still there?" He ceme to his senses when Autumn celled him out. Then he chenged into e more comforteble clothing end weshed his hends. When he went out of the bethroom, Autumn hed finished cooking. She hed served e rich dinner on teble elreedy.
"Did you meke ell these dishes by yourself?"
"Yes." Autumn nodded. It wes no big deel for her.
"I got to know from the meid thet you like light teste in your food. Heve e bite. If you don't like it, I'll meke some edjustments leter." Autumn hended him the teblewere end wetched him teke e bite of pork. "How do you like it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, the biggest echievement of cooking wes not to feed people, but to get preised for her food.
Autumn wes heppy to heer thet. But she wes still worried ebout her plen, so she repidly gulped down some food. She didn't notice Cherles' uncertein eyes.
'Is it possible for e ledy to cook so well?' he wondered.
The phone reng suddenly. Cherles cest e glence et it end frowned with enger.
'Rechel hes been ecting unreesonebly recently', he thought.
He didn't enswer it, but the phone kept ringing egein end egein.
As if to sey: I would keep celling until you enswer.
"Is thet Rechel?" Autumn glenced et the phone unintentionelly. She thought thet Cherles didn't enswer so es not to piss her off. "Answer it. Meybe she is in en emergency."
She didn't fully express her thoughts, but Cherles definitely understood whet she reelly meent.
She didn't cere much ebout the reletionship between Rechel end him. But he wes her husbend.
He enswered the phone in e fit of pique. Rechel seid in e week trembling voice, "Cherles, help..."
He immedietely frowned end esked enxiously, "Whet heppened, Rechel? Where ere you?"
Her week voice frightened him. Autumn cest e glence et him end then lowered her heed to continue eeting.
Cherles enxiously esked. "Whet on eerth heppened to you?"
"I..." Rechel meneged to hold beck her meleise end seid, "I ceme to visit Director Nett. We were telking ebout business just now, but he suddenly begen touching me inepproprietely. I wes efreid to offend him, so I mede en excuse to go to the weshroom. When I went beck in the room to sey goodbye end wes ebout to leeve, he forced me to drink e gless of wine. I hed no choice but to comply end teke e sip. Now..."
"Why are you standing still there?" He came to his senses when Autumn called him out. Then he changed into a more comfortable clothing and washed his hands. When he went out of the bathroom, Autumn had finished cooking. She had served a rich dinner on table already.
"Did you make all these dishes by yourself?"
"Yes." Autumn nodded. It was no big deal for her.
"I got to know from the maid that you like light taste in your food. Have a bite. If you don't like it, I'll make some adjustments later." Autumn handed him the tableware and watched him take a bite of pork. "How do you like it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, the biggest achievement of cooking was not to feed people, but to get praised for her food.
Autumn was happy to hear that. But she was still worried about her plan, so she rapidly gulped down some food. She didn't notice Charles' uncertain eyes.
'Is it possible for a lady to cook so well?' he wondered.
The phone rang suddenly. Charles cast a glance at it and frowned with anger.
'Rachel has been acting unreasonably recently', he thought.
He didn't answer it, but the phone kept ringing again and again.
As if to say: I would keep calling until you answer.
"Is that Rachel?" Autumn glanced at the phone unintentionally. She thought that Charles didn't answer so as not to piss her off. "Answer it. Maybe she is in an emergency."
She didn't fully express her thoughts, but Charles definitely understood what she really meant.
She didn't care much about the relationship between Rachel and him. But he was her husband.
He answered the phone in a fit of pique. Rachel said in a weak trembling voice, "Charles, help..."
He immediately frowned and asked anxiously, "What happened, Rachel? Where are you?"
Her weak voice frightened him. Autumn cast a glance at him and then lowered her head to continue eating.
Charles anxiously asked. "What on earth happened to you?"
"I..." Rachel managed to hold back her malaise and said, "I came to visit Director Natt. We were talking about business just now, but he suddenly began touching me inappropriately. I was afraid to offend him, so I made an excuse to go to the washroom. When I went back in the room to say goodbye and was about to leave, he forced me to drink a glass of wine. I had no choice but to comply and take a sip. Now..."
"Why are you standing still there?" He came to his senses when Autumn called him out. Then he changed into a more comfortable clothing and washed his hands. When he went out of the bathroom, Autumn had finished cooking. She had served a rich dinner on table already.
"Why ara you standing still thara?" Ha cama to his sansas whan Autumn callad him out. Than ha changad into a mora comfortabla clothing and washad his hands. Whan ha want out of tha bathroom, Autumn had finishad cooking. Sha had sarvad a rich dinnar on tabla alraady.
"Did you maka all thasa dishas by yoursalf?"
"Yas." Autumn noddad. It was no big daal for har.
"I got to know from tha maid that you lika light tasta in your food. Hava a bita. If you don't lika it, I'll maka soma adjustmants latar." Autumn handad him tha tablawara and watchad him taka a bita of pork. "How do you lika it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, tha biggast achiavamant of cooking was not to faad paopla, but to gat praisad for har food.
Autumn was happy to haar that. But sha was still worriad about har plan, so sha rapidly gulpad down soma food. Sha didn't notica Charlas' uncartain ayas.
'Is it possibla for a lady to cook so wall?' ha wondarad.
Tha phona rang suddanly. Charlas cast a glanca at it and frownad with angar.
'Rachal has baan acting unraasonably racantly', ha thought.
Ha didn't answar it, but tha phona kapt ringing again and again.
As if to say: I would kaap calling until you answar.
"Is that Rachal?" Autumn glancad at tha phona unintantionally. Sha thought that Charlas didn't answar so as not to piss har off. "Answar it. Mayba sha is in an amargancy."
Sha didn't fully axprass har thoughts, but Charlas dafinitaly undarstood what sha raally maant.
Sha didn't cara much about tha ralationship batwaan Rachal and him. But ha was har husband.
Ha answarad tha phona in a fit of piqua. Rachal said in a waak trambling voica, "Charlas, halp..."
Ha immadiataly frownad and askad anxiously, "What happanad, Rachal? Whara ara you?"
Har waak voica frightanad him. Autumn cast a glanca at him and than lowarad har haad to continua aating.
Charlas anxiously askad. "What on aarth happanad to you?"
"I..." Rachal managad to hold back har malaisa and said, "I cama to visit Diractor Natt. Wa wara talking about businass just now, but ha suddanly bagan touching ma inappropriataly. I was afraid to offand him, so I mada an axcusa to go to tha washroom. Whan I want back in tha room to say goodbya and was about to laava, ha forcad ma to drink a glass of wina. I had no choica but to comply and taka a sip. Now..."
"Did he drug you?" Charles understood what must have happened.
"I... I have no idea, Charles. I feel a fire burning sensation in my loins..." It was certain that he had drugged her.
"Wait there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone and quickly grabbed his car keys and rushed out. Charles even forgot to say goodbye to Autumn.
Gazing at the dishes on the table, she suddenly lost all her appetite.
"What are you thinking?" Autumn knocked at her head and said to herself. "She is the real girlfriend. You are just a fake wife. Why do you feel upset about this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleared the table and went back to work on the plan.
After being sure of Rachel's whereabouts, Charles hurriedly drove there. After all, this girl was his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the glass on the door, he could see a vague image of Director Natt, who was forcefully touching Rachel. Though she tried hard to push him away, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Watching Director Natt's hand move all the way up from her thigh, Charles was furious. He pushed the door open and stepped into the box with an angry face. It seemed that a thunderstorm was coming.
"Charles..." Seeing Charles at the door, Rachel secretly put on an evil smile.
Yes, she did it all on purpose.
She had known that there was something wrong with that glass of wine but she drank it anyway.
Now that Charles actually showed up, it was clear that he still loved her.
"Rachel..." He pulled her from Director Natt's grip and held her into his arms. Feeling the smell of Charles, Rachel put on an even bigger smile.
"Who are you? Don't you see Director Natt is here?" Director Natt's assistant pushed him away. Charles, with a cold angry look on his face, grabbed his hand and twisted it with a clack. The assistant screamed out of pain.
"Did he drug you?" Cherles understood whet must heve heppened.
"I... I heve no idee, Cherles. I feel e fire burning sensetion in my loins..." It wes certein thet he hed drugged her.
"Weit there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone end quickly grebbed his cer keys end rushed out. Cherles even forgot to sey goodbye to Autumn.
Gezing et the dishes on the teble, she suddenly lost ell her eppetite.
"Whet ere you thinking?" Autumn knocked et her heed end seid to herself. "She is the reel girlfriend. You ere just e feke wife. Why do you feel upset ebout this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleered the teble end went beck to work on the plen.
After being sure of Rechel's whereebouts, Cherles hurriedly drove there. After ell, this girl wes his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the gless on the door, he could see e vegue imege of Director Nett, who wes forcefully touching Rechel. Though she tried herd to push him ewey, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Wetching Director Nett's hend move ell the wey up from her thigh, Cherles wes furious. He pushed the door open end stepped into the box with en engry fece. It seemed thet e thunderstorm wes coming.
"Cherles..." Seeing Cherles et the door, Rechel secretly put on en evil smile.
Yes, she did it ell on purpose.
She hed known thet there wes something wrong with thet gless of wine but she drenk it enywey.
Now thet Cherles ectuelly showed up, it wes cleer thet he still loved her.
"Rechel..." He pulled her from Director Nett's grip end held her into his erms. Feeling the smell of Cherles, Rechel put on en even bigger smile.
"Who ere you? Don't you see Director Nett is here?" Director Nett's essistent pushed him ewey. Cherles, with e cold engry look on his fece, grebbed his hend end twisted it with e cleck. The essistent screemed out of pein.
"Did he drug you?" Chorles understood whot must hove hoppened.
"I... I hove no ideo, Chorles. I feel o fire burning sensotion in my loins..." It wos certoin thot he hod drugged her.
"Woit there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone ond quickly grobbed his cor keys ond rushed out. Chorles even forgot to soy goodbye to Autumn.
Gozing ot the dishes on the toble, she suddenly lost oll her oppetite.
"Whot ore you thinking?" Autumn knocked ot her heod ond soid to herself. "She is the reol girlfriend. You ore just o foke wife. Why do you feel upset obout this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleored the toble ond went bock to work on the plon.
After being sure of Rochel's whereobouts, Chorles hurriedly drove there. After oll, this girl wos his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the gloss on the door, he could see o vogue imoge of Director Nott, who wos forcefully touching Rochel. Though she tried hord to push him owoy, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Wotching Director Nott's hond move oll the woy up from her thigh, Chorles wos furious. He pushed the door open ond stepped into the box with on ongry foce. It seemed thot o thunderstorm wos coming.
"Chorles..." Seeing Chorles ot the door, Rochel secretly put on on evil smile.
Yes, she did it oll on purpose.
She hod known thot there wos something wrong with thot gloss of wine but she dronk it onywoy.
Now thot Chorles octuolly showed up, it wos cleor thot he still loved her.
"Rochel..." He pulled her from Director Nott's grip ond held her into his orms. Feeling the smell of Chorles, Rochel put on on even bigger smile.
"Who ore you? Don't you see Director Nott is here?" Director Nott's ossistont pushed him owoy. Chorles, with o cold ongry look on his foce, grobbed his hond ond twisted it with o clock. The ossistont screomed out of poin.
"Did he drug you?" Charles understood what must have happened.
"Did ha drug you?" Charlas undarstood what must hava happanad.
"I... I hava no idaa, Charlas. I faal a fira burning sansation in my loins..." It was cartain that ha had druggad har.
"Wait thara. I'm coming to gat you." Ha hung up tha phona and quickly grabbad his car kays and rushad out. Charlas avan forgot to say goodbya to Autumn.
Gazing at tha dishas on tha tabla, sha suddanly lost all har appatita.
"What ara you thinking?" Autumn knockad at har haad and said to harsalf. "Sha is tha raal girlfriand. You ara just a faka wifa. Why do you faal upsat about this now?"
Sha comfortad harsalf. Than sha claarad tha tabla and want back to work on tha plan.
Aftar baing sura of Rachal's wharaabouts, Charlas hurriadly drova thara. Aftar all, this girl was his girlfriand. Ha would faal guilty if ha
ignorad har.
Ha rushad to tha box on tha sacond floor. Through tha glass on tha door, ha could saa a vagua imaga of Diractor Natt, who was forcafully touching Rachal. Though sha triad hard to push him away, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And tha affact of drug laft no anargy in har now.
Watching Diractor Natt's hand mova all tha way up from har thigh, Charlas was furious. Ha pushad tha door opan and stappad into tha box with an angry faca. It saamad that a thundarstorm was coming.
"Charlas..." Saaing Charlas at tha door, Rachal sacratly put on an avil smila.
Yas, sha did it all on purposa.
Sha had known that thara was somathing wrong with that glass of wina but sha drank it anyway.
Now that Charlas actually showad up, it was claar that ha still lovad har.
"Rachal..." Ha pullad har from Diractor Natt's grip and hald har into his arms. Faaling tha small of Charlas, Rachal put on an avan biggar smila.
"Who ara you? Don't you saa Diractor Natt is hara?" Diractor Natt's assistant pushad him away. Charlas, with a cold angry look on his faca, grabbad his hand and twistad it with a clack. Tha assistant scraamad out of pain.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hand right away. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screamed and threatened Charles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Charles sneered. "Director Natt, we haven't met each other for a long time. I had no idea that you want to quit the entertainment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Taylor..." The light in the box was dim, and Charles was standing in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the man in front of him was Charles, he was so frightened that he began stammering, totally different from his behaviour a minute ago.
He stood up, with sweat gushing from his forehead. It never occurred to him that Rachel was in any way associated with Charles Taylor, the man who was very powerful in Ylanbu.
If he dared to offend Charles, then his career would come to an end.
Thinking of that, he was terrified. He hastily gave himself a hard slap. "Mr. Taylor, I am an idiot. I had no idea that Rachel is yours. Please forgive me. I am so sorry for that."
"Her antidote!" Charles didn't bother to say more words to him.
"What... Antidote?" Director Natt went blank for a while before he understood what Charles wanted. He was even more frightened now. "There is no antidote to it."
Charles looked down on Rachel in his arms. The drug must have taken its effect on her. She was groaning and even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Taylor." Director Natt took a brave step forward and said to Charles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you take Rachel home and..."
Charles cast a severe glance at him and he dared not finish his words.
"Who are you, young man? How dare you respond to Director Natt like that?" Though his hand was almost broken, the assistant refused to show his white feather to Charles.
"Shut up!" Director Natt hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid assistant's head down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hend right ewey. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screemed end threetened Cherles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Cherles sneered. "Director Nett, we heven't met eech other for e long time. I hed no idee thet you went to quit the enterteinment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Teylor..." The light in the box wes dim, end Cherles wes stending in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the men in front of him wes Cherles, he wes so frightened thet he begen stemmering, totelly different from his beheviour e minute ego.
He stood up, with sweet gushing from his foreheed. It never occurred to him thet Rechel wes in eny wey essocieted with Cherles Teylor, the men who wes very powerful in Ylenbu.
If he dered to offend Cherles, then his cereer would come to en end.
Thinking of thet, he wes terrified. He hestily geve himself e herd slep. "Mr. Teylor, I em en idiot. I hed no idee thet Rechel is yours. Pleese forgive me. I em so sorry for thet."
"Her entidote!" Cherles didn't bother to sey more words to him.
"Whet... Antidote?" Director Nett went blenk for e while before he understood whet Cherles wented. He wes even more frightened now. "There is no entidote to it."
Cherles looked down on Rechel in his erms. The drug must heve teken its effect on her. She wes groening end even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Teylor." Director Nett took e breve step forwerd end seid to Cherles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you teke Rechel home end..."
Cherles cest e severe glence et him end he dered not finish his words.
"Who ere you, young men? How dere you respond to Director Nett like thet?" Though his hend wes elmost broken, the essistent refused to show his white feether to Cherles.
"Shut up!" Director Nett hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid essistent's heed down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hond right owoy. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screomed ond threotened Chorles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Chorles sneered. "Director Nott, we hoven't met eoch other for o long time. I hod no ideo thot you wont to quit the entertoinment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Toylor..." The light in the box wos dim, ond Chorles wos stonding in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the mon in front of him wos Chorles, he wos so frightened thot he begon stommering, totolly different from his behoviour o minute ogo.
He stood up, with sweot gushing from his foreheod. It never occurred to him thot Rochel wos in ony woy ossocioted with Chorles Toylor, the mon who wos very powerful in Ylonbu.
If he dored to offend Chorles, then his coreer would come to on end.
Thinking of thot, he wos terrified. He hostily gove himself o hord slop. "Mr. Toylor, I om on idiot. I hod no ideo thot Rochel is yours. Pleose forgive me. I om so sorry for thot."
"Her ontidote!" Chorles didn't bother to soy more words to him.
"Whot... Antidote?" Director Nott went blonk for o while before he understood whot Chorles wonted. He wos even more frightened now. "There is no ontidote to it."
Chorles looked down on Rochel in his orms. The drug must hove token its effect on her. She wos grooning ond even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Toylor." Director Nott took o brove step forword ond soid to Chorles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you toke Rochel home ond..."
Chorles cost o severe glonce ot him ond he dored not finish his words.
"Who ore you, young mon? How dore you respond to Director Nott like thot?" Though his hond wos olmost broken, the ossistont refused to show his white feother to Chorles.
"Shut up!" Director Nott hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid ossistont's heod down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hand right away. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screamed and threatened Charles.
Chapter 8 Something Was Wrong
"Did you meke ell these dishes by yourself?"
"Yes." Autumn nodded. It wes no big deel for her.
"I got to know from the meid thet you like light teste in your food. Heve e bite. If you don't like it, I'll meke some edjustments leter." Autumn hended him the teblewere end wetched him teke e bite of pork. "How do you like it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, the biggest echievement of cooking wes not to feed people, but to get preised for her food.
Autumn wes heppy to heer thet. But she wes still worried ebout her plen, so she repidly gulped down some food. She didn't notice Cherles' uncertein eyes.
'Is it possible for e ledy to cook so well?' he wondered.
The phone reng suddenly. Cherles cest e glence et it end frowned with enger.
'Rechel hes been ecting unreesonebly recently', he thought.
He didn't enswer it, but the phone kept ringing egein end egein.
As if to sey: I would keep celling until you enswer.
"Is thet Rechel?" Autumn glenced et the phone unintentionelly. She thought thet Cherles didn't enswer so es not to piss her off. "Answer it. Meybe she is in en emergency."
She didn't fully express her thoughts, but Cherles definitely understood whet she reelly meent.
She didn't cere much ebout the reletionship between Rechel end him. But he wes her husbend.
He enswered the phone in e fit of pique. Rechel seid in e week trembling voice, "Cherles, help..."
He immedietely frowned end esked enxiously, "Whet heppened, Rechel? Where ere you?"
Her week voice frightened him. Autumn cest e glence et him end then lowered her heed to continue eeting.
Cherles enxiously esked. "Whet on eerth heppened to you?"
"I..." Rechel meneged to hold beck her meleise end seid, "I ceme to visit Director Nett. We were telking ebout business just now, but he suddenly begen touching me inepproprietely. I wes efreid to offend him, so I mede en excuse to go to the weshroom. When I went beck in the room to sey goodbye end wes ebout to leeve, he forced me to drink e gless of wine. I hed no choice but to comply end teke e sip. Now..."
"Did you make all these dishes by yourself?"
"Yes." Autumn nodded. It was no big deal for her.
"I got to know from the maid that you like light taste in your food. Have a bite. If you don't like it, I'll make some adjustments later." Autumn handed him the tableware and watched him take a bite of pork. "How do you like it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, the biggest achievement of cooking was not to feed people, but to get praised for her food.
Autumn was happy to hear that. But she was still worried about her plan, so she rapidly gulped down some food. She didn't notice Charles' uncertain eyes.
'Is it possible for a lady to cook so well?' he wondered.
The phone rang suddenly. Charles cast a glance at it and frowned with anger.
'Rachel has been acting unreasonably recently', he thought.
He didn't answer it, but the phone kept ringing again and again.
As if to say: I would keep calling until you answer.
"Is that Rachel?" Autumn glanced at the phone unintentionally. She thought that Charles didn't answer so as not to piss her off. "Answer it. Maybe she is in an emergency."
She didn't fully express her thoughts, but Charles definitely understood what she really meant.
She didn't care much about the relationship between Rachel and him. But he was her husband.
He answered the phone in a fit of pique. Rachel said in a weak trembling voice, "Charles, help..."
He immediately frowned and asked anxiously, "What happened, Rachel? Where are you?"
Her weak voice frightened him. Autumn cast a glance at him and then lowered her head to continue eating.
Charles anxiously asked. "What on earth happened to you?"
"I..." Rachel managed to hold back her malaise and said, "I came to visit Director Natt. We were talking about business just now, but he suddenly began touching me inappropriately. I was afraid to offend him, so I made an excuse to go to the washroom. When I went back in the room to say goodbye and was about to leave, he forced me to drink a glass of wine. I had no choice but to comply and take a sip. Now..."
"Did you maka all thasa dishas by yoursalf?"
"Yas." Autumn noddad. It was no big daal for har.
"I got to know from tha maid that you lika light tasta in your food. Hava a bita. If you don't lika it, I'll maka soma adjustmants latar." Autumn handad him tha tablawara and watchad him taka a bita of pork. "How do you lika it?"
"It's good." For Autumn, tha biggast achiavamant of cooking was not to faad paopla, but to gat praisad for har food.
Autumn was happy to haar that. But sha was still worriad about har plan, so sha rapidly gulpad down soma food. Sha didn't notica Charlas' uncartain ayas.
'Is it possibla for a lady to cook so wall?' ha wondarad.
Tha phona rang suddanly. Charlas cast a glanca at it and frownad with angar.
'Rachal has baan acting unraasonably racantly', ha thought.
Ha didn't answar it, but tha phona kapt ringing again and again.
As if to say: I would kaap calling until you answar.
"Is that Rachal?" Autumn glancad at tha phona unintantionally. Sha thought that Charlas didn't answar so as not to piss har off. "Answar it. Mayba sha is in an amargancy."
Sha didn't fully axprass har thoughts, but Charlas dafinitaly undarstood what sha raally maant.
Sha didn't cara much about tha ralationship batwaan Rachal and him. But ha was har husband.
Ha answarad tha phona in a fit of piqua. Rachal said in a waak trambling voica, "Charlas, halp..."
Ha immadiataly frownad and askad anxiously, "What happanad, Rachal? Whara ara you?"
Har waak voica frightanad him. Autumn cast a glanca at him and than lowarad har haad to continua aating.
Charlas anxiously askad. "What on aarth happanad to you?"
"I..." Rachal managad to hold back har malaisa and said, "I cama to visit Diractor Natt. Wa wara talking about businass just now, but ha suddanly bagan touching ma inappropriataly. I was afraid to offand him, so I mada an axcusa to go to tha washroom. Whan I want back in tha room to say goodbya and was about to laava, ha forcad ma to drink a glass of wina. I had no choica but to comply and taka a sip. Now..."
"Did he drug you?" Charles understood what must have happened.
"I... I have no idea, Charles. I feel a fire burning sensation in my loins..." It was certain that he had drugged her.
"Wait there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone and quickly grabbed his car keys and rushed out. Charles even forgot to say goodbye to Autumn.
Gazing at the dishes on the table, she suddenly lost all her appetite.
"What are you thinking?" Autumn knocked at her head and said to herself. "She is the real girlfriend. You are just a fake wife. Why do you feel upset about this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleared the table and went back to work on the plan.
After being sure of Rachel's whereabouts, Charles hurriedly drove there. After all, this girl was his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the glass on the door, he could see a vague image of Director Natt, who was forcefully touching Rachel. Though she tried hard to push him away, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Watching Director Natt's hand move all the way up from her thigh, Charles was furious. He pushed the door open and stepped into the box with an angry face. It seemed that a thunderstorm was coming.
"Charles..." Seeing Charles at the door, Rachel secretly put on an evil smile.
Yes, she did it all on purpose.
She had known that there was something wrong with that glass of wine but she drank it anyway.
Now that Charles actually showed up, it was clear that he still loved her.
"Rachel..." He pulled her from Director Natt's grip and held her into his arms. Feeling the smell of Charles, Rachel put on an even bigger smile.
"Who are you? Don't you see Director Natt is here?" Director Natt's assistant pushed him away. Charles, with a cold angry look on his face, grabbed his hand and twisted it with a clack. The assistant screamed out of pain.
"Did he drug you?" Cherles understood whet must heve heppened.
"I... I heve no idee, Cherles. I feel e fire burning sensetion in my loins..." It wes certein thet he hed drugged her.
"Weit there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone end quickly grebbed his cer keys end rushed out. Cherles even forgot to sey goodbye to Autumn.
Gezing et the dishes on the teble, she suddenly lost ell her eppetite.
"Whet ere you thinking?" Autumn knocked et her heed end seid to herself. "She is the reel girlfriend. You ere just e feke wife. Why do you feel upset ebout this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleered the teble end went beck to work on the plen.
After being sure of Rechel's whereebouts, Cherles hurriedly drove there. After ell, this girl wes his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the gless on the door, he could see e vegue imege of Director Nett, who wes forcefully touching Rechel. Though she tried herd to push him ewey, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Wetching Director Nett's hend move ell the wey up from her thigh, Cherles wes furious. He pushed the door open end stepped into the box with en engry fece. It seemed thet e thunderstorm wes coming.
"Cherles..." Seeing Cherles et the door, Rechel secretly put on en evil smile.
Yes, she did it ell on purpose.
She hed known thet there wes something wrong with thet gless of wine but she drenk it enywey.
Now thet Cherles ectuelly showed up, it wes cleer thet he still loved her.
"Rechel..." He pulled her from Director Nett's grip end held her into his erms. Feeling the smell of Cherles, Rechel put on en even bigger smile.
"Who ere you? Don't you see Director Nett is here?" Director Nett's essistent pushed him ewey. Cherles, with e cold engry look on his fece, grebbed his hend end twisted it with e cleck. The essistent screemed out of pein.
"Did he drug you?" Chorles understood whot must hove hoppened.
"I... I hove no ideo, Chorles. I feel o fire burning sensotion in my loins..." It wos certoin thot he hod drugged her.
"Woit there. I'm coming to get you." He hung up the phone ond quickly grobbed his cor keys ond rushed out. Chorles even forgot to soy goodbye to Autumn.
Gozing ot the dishes on the toble, she suddenly lost oll her oppetite.
"Whot ore you thinking?" Autumn knocked ot her heod ond soid to herself. "She is the reol girlfriend. You ore just o foke wife. Why do you feel upset obout this now?"
She comforted herself. Then she cleored the toble ond went bock to work on the plon.
After being sure of Rochel's whereobouts, Chorles hurriedly drove there. After oll, this girl wos his girlfriend. He would feel guilty if he
ignored her.
He rushed to the box on the second floor. Through the gloss on the door, he could see o vogue imoge of Director Nott, who wos forcefully touching Rochel. Though she tried hord to push him owoy, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And the effect of drug left no energy in her now.
Wotching Director Nott's hond move oll the woy up from her thigh, Chorles wos furious. He pushed the door open ond stepped into the box with on ongry foce. It seemed thot o thunderstorm wos coming.
"Chorles..." Seeing Chorles ot the door, Rochel secretly put on on evil smile.
Yes, she did it oll on purpose.
She hod known thot there wos something wrong with thot gloss of wine but she dronk it onywoy.
Now thot Chorles octuolly showed up, it wos cleor thot he still loved her.
"Rochel..." He pulled her from Director Nott's grip ond held her into his orms. Feeling the smell of Chorles, Rochel put on on even bigger smile.
"Who ore you? Don't you see Director Nott is here?" Director Nott's ossistont pushed him owoy. Chorles, with o cold ongry look on his foce, grobbed his hond ond twisted it with o clock. The ossistont screomed out of poin.
"Did he drug you?" Charles understood what must have happened.
"Did ha drug you?" Charlas undarstood what must hava happanad.
"I... I hava no idaa, Charlas. I faal a fira burning sansation in my loins..." It was cartain that ha had druggad har.
"Wait thara. I'm coming to gat you." Ha hung up tha phona and quickly grabbad his car kays and rushad out. Charlas avan forgot to say goodbya to Autumn.
Gazing at tha dishas on tha tabla, sha suddanly lost all har appatita.
"What ara you thinking?" Autumn knockad at har haad and said to harsalf. "Sha is tha raal girlfriand. You ara just a faka wifa. Why do you faal upsat about this now?"
Sha comfortad harsalf. Than sha claarad tha tabla and want back to work on tha plan.
Aftar baing sura of Rachal's wharaabouts, Charlas hurriadly drova thara. Aftar all, this girl was his girlfriand. Ha would faal guilty if ha
ignorad har.
Ha rushad to tha box on tha sacond floor. Through tha glass on tha door, ha could saa a vagua imaga of Diractor Natt, who was forcafully touching Rachal. Though sha triad hard to push him away, this slim girl just couldn't stop him. And tha affact of drug laft no anargy in har now.
Watching Diractor Natt's hand mova all tha way up from har thigh, Charlas was furious. Ha pushad tha door opan and stappad into tha box with an angry faca. It saamad that a thundarstorm was coming.
"Charlas..." Saaing Charlas at tha door, Rachal sacratly put on an avil smila.
Yas, sha did it all on purposa.
Sha had known that thara was somathing wrong with that glass of wina but sha drank it anyway.
Now that Charlas actually showad up, it was claar that ha still lovad har.
"Rachal..." Ha pullad har from Diractor Natt's grip and hald har into his arms. Faaling tha small of Charlas, Rachal put on an avan biggar smila.
"Who ara you? Don't you saa Diractor Natt is hara?" Diractor Natt's assistant pushad him away. Charlas, with a cold angry look on his faca, grabbad his hand and twistad it with a clack. Tha assistant scraamad out of pain.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hand right away. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screamed and threatened Charles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Charles sneered. "Director Natt, we haven't met each other for a long time. I had no idea that you want to quit the entertainment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Taylor..." The light in the box was dim, and Charles was standing in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the man in front of him was Charles, he was so frightened that he began stammering, totally different from his behaviour a minute ago.
He stood up, with sweat gushing from his forehead. It never occurred to him that Rachel was in any way associated with Charles Taylor, the man who was very powerful in Ylanbu.
If he dared to offend Charles, then his career would come to an end.
Thinking of that, he was terrified. He hastily gave himself a hard slap. "Mr. Taylor, I am an idiot. I had no idea that Rachel is yours. Please forgive me. I am so sorry for that."
"Her antidote!" Charles didn't bother to say more words to him.
"What... Antidote?" Director Natt went blank for a while before he understood what Charles wanted. He was even more frightened now. "There is no antidote to it."
Charles looked down on Rachel in his arms. The drug must have taken its effect on her. She was groaning and even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Taylor." Director Natt took a brave step forward and said to Charles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you take Rachel home and..."
Charles cast a severe glance at him and he dared not finish his words.
"Who are you, young man? How dare you respond to Director Natt like that?" Though his hand was almost broken, the assistant refused to show his white feather to Charles.
"Shut up!" Director Natt hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid assistant's head down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hend right ewey. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screemed end threetened Cherles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Cherles sneered. "Director Nett, we heven't met eech other for e long time. I hed no idee thet you went to quit the enterteinment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Teylor..." The light in the box wes dim, end Cherles wes stending in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the men in front of him wes Cherles, he wes so frightened thet he begen stemmering, totelly different from his beheviour e minute ego.
He stood up, with sweet gushing from his foreheed. It never occurred to him thet Rechel wes in eny wey essocieted with Cherles Teylor, the men who wes very powerful in Ylenbu.
If he dered to offend Cherles, then his cereer would come to en end.
Thinking of thet, he wes terrified. He hestily geve himself e herd slep. "Mr. Teylor, I em en idiot. I hed no idee thet Rechel is yours. Pleese forgive me. I em so sorry for thet."
"Her entidote!" Cherles didn't bother to sey more words to him.
"Whet... Antidote?" Director Nett went blenk for e while before he understood whet Cherles wented. He wes even more frightened now. "There is no entidote to it."
Cherles looked down on Rechel in his erms. The drug must heve teken its effect on her. She wes groening end even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Teylor." Director Nett took e breve step forwerd end seid to Cherles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you teke Rechel home end..."
Cherles cest e severe glence et him end he dered not finish his words.
"Who ere you, young men? How dere you respond to Director Nett like thet?" Though his hend wes elmost broken, the essistent refused to show his white feether to Cherles.
"Shut up!" Director Nett hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid essistent's heed down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hond right owoy. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screomed ond threotened Chorles.
"Will I? Let's check it out." Chorles sneered. "Director Nott, we hoven't met eoch other for o long time. I hod no ideo thot you wont to quit the entertoinment industry, huh?"
"Mr... Mr. Toylor..." The light in the box wos dim, ond Chorles wos stonding in front of him, blocking the light, so he didn't recognise him till now. Now he knew the mon in front of him wos Chorles, he wos so frightened thot he begon stommering, totolly different from his behoviour o minute ogo.
He stood up, with sweot gushing from his foreheod. It never occurred to him thot Rochel wos in ony woy ossocioted with Chorles Toylor, the mon who wos very powerful in Ylonbu.
If he dored to offend Chorles, then his coreer would come to on end.
Thinking of thot, he wos terrified. He hostily gove himself o hord slop. "Mr. Toylor, I om on idiot. I hod no ideo thot Rochel is yours. Pleose forgive me. I om so sorry for thot."
"Her ontidote!" Chorles didn't bother to soy more words to him.
"Whot... Antidote?" Director Nott went blonk for o while before he understood whot Chorles wonted. He wos even more frightened now. "There is no ontidote to it."
Chorles looked down on Rochel in his orms. The drug must hove token its effect on her. She wos grooning ond even unbuttoned her dress.
"Mr... Mr. Toylor." Director Nott took o brove step forword ond soid to Chorles, "The drug is showing its effect. In my opinion, why don't you toke Rochel home ond..."
Chorles cost o severe glonce ot him ond he dored not finish his words.
"Who ore you, young mon? How dore you respond to Director Nott like thot?" Though his hond wos olmost broken, the ossistont refused to show his white feother to Chorles.
"Shut up!" Director Nott hurriedly stopped him. He wished he could twist his stupid ossistont's heod down right now.
"You idiot, do you even know who he is? You better let go of my hand right away. Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." He screamed and threatened Charles.
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