Chapter 742 Make It Happen
Rachel never expected Christopher to know Andy. Then again, it wasn’t that surprising. The Powell family’s business had never exactly been clean, and now that Andy was a drug dealer, it wasn’t out of the question that they had some dealings.
A shadow flickered in Rachel’s eyes. “So you’re saying–you can get in touch with Andy?”
Christopher hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “I can’t reach him.”
In their line of work, everything operated on a need–to–know basis for safety. Last time, Christopher had already crossed a line by pulling strings to contact Andy just to save Rachel. That connection had since been severed.
And Andy had paid a heavy price for it. Word had it that several of his people had been arrested that night, and he himself had suffered serious injuries. No one knew where he was now.
But that wasn’t unusual–someone like Andy always had multiple escape routes, constantly moving to stay out of sight. The police were still hunting him down.
“But if you want to find him, I can use the Powell family’s influence to help,” Christopher coaxed softly.
By now, Rachel had calmed down from her initial wave of
emotions. She knew full well that there was no such thing. Christopher wouldn’t offer his help without expecting something in return.
But this wasn’t something she could let Chandler find out about. Right now, if she wanted to find Andy, Christopher was her only option. With that thought, Rachel suddenly leaned into Christopher’s arms. “Thank you. Does your face still hurt?”
She hadn’t held back with that slap earlier. His cheek was still red and swollen. Christopher froze, stunned that Rachel would take the initiative to get close to him.
His heart pounded wildly. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, shaking his head. “It doesn’t hurt. Rachel, I knew you still cared about me.” As he spoke, he pressed in closer, tilting his head to kiss her.
Rachel felt the warmth on her cheek and curled her fingers slightly. Disgust churned inside her, but she didn’t push him away. Her expression remained unnervingly calm.
Christopher, lost in his own world, didn’t notice. “Once you reunite with Andy, let’s get married, okay?” He cupped her face, his voice eager. “I swear, I’ve been dreaming of marrying you.”
Rachel simply smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing. “Find him first, then we’ll talk.”
Christopher closed his eyes, overwhelmed with emotion, and leaned in to kiss her again. But then, as if remembering something, he suddenly stopped. “Rachel, back then you were
pregnant with my child. But why did you–why did you just go and get rid of it without saying a word?”
His gaze dropped to her stomach, his palm resting over it. Rachel stiffened and thought, “So he knows. There is no way I tell him. Just looking at him makes me sick–there is no chance I ever have his child.”
Her eyelashes trembled slightly. “It wasn’t the right time, so…”
Christopher mulled it over and found it reasonable. He thought, “What mother won’t love her own child? Rachel must’ve suffered more than I did. Our situation back then has been too unstable. It really wasn’t the right time for a baby.”
Christopher pulled her into a tight embrace, murmuring, “It’s okay. We’re still young. We’ll have more children in the future.”
Rachel rested against his chest, her eyes icy and detached. No matter how Christopher kissed her, no matter how he tried to ignite something between them, she remained unresponsive- just a cold, lifeless doll.
Eventually, Christopher grew frustrated. “Rachel, what’s wrong?”
He thought, “Am I not good enough? She hasn’t been like this before.”
“It’s late, and this is a hospital. You should go,” Rachel said flatly. “It’ll be a problem if someone sees.”
Happen
Christopher finally understood–Rachel wasn’t rejecting him; she was just afraid of getting caught.
He quickly reassured her, “Are you worried about Chandler? He’s too busy with Meryl to even think about you.”
With that, he leaned down again, his lips seeking hers, his hands locking the door behind him.
Half an hour later, the bed finally stopped shaking.
Christopher got up, redoing his belt with a satisfied expression. “Rachel, get some rest. I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
He stroked her cheek gently, his eyes filled with reluctant tenderness. “You know, the Powell family has a private clinic- you don’t have to stay here.”
Rachel shook her head. “Chandler is still my guardian. I’ll do as he says.”
The hospital room door clicked shut.
Rachel slowly sat up. She walked, bare–skinned, into the bathroom and sank into the bathtub.
She scrubbed as if she could peel off a layer of herself. She let her body slide down, allowing the water to rise above her head. Warm liquid filled her eyes, her ears, and her nose. But she was smiling.
Her eyes remained open, staring into the water, until her lungs
screamed for air and she finally surfaced. She thought, “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that I slept with Christopher.”
She had stopped caring about this body long ago. She was nothing more than a shell now, a ghost of the person she used to be. Her soul had already died that day, in that abandoned factory, when they took her kidney.
As long as she got what she wanted, nothing else mattered–not her body, not her dignity. Christopher had to be satisfied. Only then would he help her find Andy. She had to find Andy.
Rachel left the hospital and stopped by a pharmacy. She bought a handful of birth control pills.
Ripping open the packaging, she swallowed one dry before placing the rest in a small white bottle and tucking it away. She couldn’t afford to get pregnant again. That would be a death
sentence.
But Rachel never expected that when she returned to her hospital room, she would find an unexpected visitor waiting for her. Dylan was sitting in his wheelchair, his back to her.
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively glanced at the bed. Thankfully, the sheets looked normal–there were no suspicious stains. She stepped forward cautiously. “Sir Aniston, what brings you here?”
Dylan’s sharp eyes scanned her face before he suddenly asked, “Do you like Chandler?”
Rachel froze. She hadn’t expected that to be his first question. She wasn’t sure what his intentions were, so she bit her lip and stayed silent.
She thought, “Like him? No. At most, I rely on Chandler. Nothing more.”
Dylan saw right through her guarded expression. He got straight to the point. “I assume you’ve heard that Meryl took the child and left. If you like Chandler, I can make it happen for you.”
