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Chapter 642 You’re My Wife
Walter scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal.
Rachel looked hurt and refused to eat it.
‘Chandler, can you feed me? I don’t know Walter well enough for this!” she pleaded.
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Walter couldn’t help but snap. “Ms. Morgan, it’s just oatmeal. All you need is a mouth. Does it really matter who’s feeding you? Or do you think it tastes better when Mr. Aniston feeds it to you because you know him so well?”
Rachel shot back. “Walter, don’t you have a girlfriend? Won’t she be jealous if you’re feeding me oatmeal?”
“This is just work to me. Mr. Aniston will give me a raise for it.”
Walter glanced at Chandler before continuing. “Besides, Mr. Aniston is married. You’re worried about my girlfriend getting jealous, but aren’t you concerned about what his wife might have to say about this?”
Rachel bit her lip and fell silent.
She’d dealt with Walter a few times before and had figured out that this man was on Meryl’s side, always finding ways to speak up for her!
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Still not giving up, she pleaded, “Chandler, I just want you to feed me!”
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Chandler frowned. “Stop being stubborn. If you don’t eat, you’re the only one who’ll go hungry.”
His message was clear. He wouldn’t spoon–feed her.
Rachel felt annoyed, but her hunger was very real.
Fine, she’d eat it! There was no point in making herself suffer just to prove a point!
Seeing Rachel comply, Chandler stepped into the hallway to make a call.
He’d been reaching out to the country’s top ophthalmologists these past few days.
Things couldn’t go on like this. Perhaps a joint consultation with specialists would improve Rachel’s condition.
In the hospital room, Rachel had barely taken two sips of oatmeal when something felt off.
Where there had been nothing but darkness before, suddenly, a flash of light appeared.
Then, gradually, everything around her started to brighten…
Could she… see again?
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Rachel froze for a few seconds, blinking rapidly.
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Her first instinct was to turn and look at Walter, who was closest
to her.
Walter was holding a bowl of oatmeal, but his expression was far from pleasant.
His chin was practically dragging on the floor, looking as if Rachel owed him a fortune.
It was crystal clear that Walter was feeding her the oatmeal under duress.
His expression was full of unwillingness.
Rachel had no choice but to swallow her anger since she couldn’t take it out on him.
She looked down at her hands again.
Rachel was sure! She could really see!
“Is this temporary or permanent?” she wondered.
How had her sight returned so quickly?
Rachel kept quiet about it, deciding after some thought to continue pretending to be blind!
Being blind wasn’t so bad, she reflected. At least it kept Chandler by her side these past few days.
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As the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection. She refused to believe Chandler wouldn’t develop feelings for her given enough
time.
A few minutes later, Chandler returned from his phone call. “I’ve contacted a team of specialists. They’ll clear their schedules to examine you in the next few days.”
Rachel clutched her blanket instinctively, letting her gaze wander as if unseeing. “Are they good doctors?”
Chandler nodded, then remembering she couldn’t see, said. “They’re the top ophthalmologists in the country.”
Rachel felt a twinge of uncertainty.
Would these specialists be able to tell she was faking?
It was midnight.
Rachel had fallen asleep, and Chandler left the hospital room.
He took out his phone and called Meryl.
Meryl was sitting up in bed, listening to classical music through her headphones.
The soothing classical melodies were perfect for prenatal education. She was utterly absorbed in the music when she saw
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Chandler’s call and immediately answered. “What is it?”
“You saw Felix this afternoon?”
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Meryl gave a soft “mm–hmm” and then asked curiously. “How did you know?”
“Someone sent me photos of you two together.”
Meryl froze. “Were we holding hands?”
“Yes.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Yes.”
Meryl pressed her lips together. Someone had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent it to Chandler’s phone.
Who would do something so petty?
It couldn’t be Rachel, so could it be… Felix?
Lost in thought, Meryl remained silent for a long while.
Chandler’s voice was low on the other end of the line. “Meryl, did Felix steal you away from me?”
Deep down, Meryl didn’t want Chandler and Felix to become enemies.
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Felix was unpredictable. If he could be so ruthless to his brother, what might he do to an outsider like Chandler?
Meryl worried that if they became rivals, Chandler would be the one to get hurt.
After all, while Chandler played by the rules, Felix was the type who’d fight dirty.
If Felix had started playing mind games, Chandler might not have seen them coming.
Meryl spoke softly, “We just ran into each other outside the hospital and chatted briefly. Those photos you saw must have been the camera angle.”
“Really?” Chandler’s voice remained low and deep. “But…”
Meryl cut in quickly. “Chandler, I’m your wife. You need to trust me.”
Chandler fell silent for a few seconds. Of course, he trusted her.
The foundation of any relationship is mutual trust.
Just as Meryl had given him her trust, he would give her his in
return.
Meryl asked, “You didn’t sleep last night… why aren’t you resting now? Is she still bothering you? Is that why you can’t sleep?”
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The hospital corridor was quiet at night, with dim lights casting shadows over Chandler’s figure.
A cool breeze drifted in, ruffling a few strands of his hair.
Holding his phone in one hand and keeping the other in hist pocket, he walked to the window. “I can’t sleep because I miss you,” he said softly.
Meryl froze.
It felt as if a gentle hand had just caressed her heart.
Chandler rarely expressed his feelings so directly.
Meryl felt flustered.
But her heartbeat had unmistakably quickened at his words.
She placed a hand over her heart.
“What did you have for dinner?” he asked.
Meryl hesitated before responding, knowing she’d barely eaten anything.
Perhaps because something was weighing on her mind, she’d been distracted and hadn’t had much appetite.
Besides, it had been so long since she’d eaten at Stone Villa that the chef’s cooking no longer seemed to suit her taste.
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Meryl’s silence told Chandler everything he needed to know.
Through the phone, Meryl could hear the sound of wind on Chandler’s end.
Then, his breathing became rapid.
She frowned. “What are you doing?”
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“In half an hour, no, make it twenty minutes. Help me open the door at Stone Villa.”
Meryl’s face scrunched up in confusion.
Chandler explained, “I’m bringing you a late–night snack.”
Meryl instinctively checked the time on her phone.
It was already midnight.
Even someone made of steel couldn’t handle running around like this.
From the hospital to the Stone family house wasn’t exactly close. It was at least a thirty–minute drive.
“I already ate dinner,” she said quickly. “Don’t bother bringing anything. Stop running around and get some rest somewhere.”
He seemed to have been up all night yesterday.
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“Wait for me.” With just those two words, Chandler was about to hang up.
Meryl curled her fingers, saying softly, “What if Rachel wakes up and looks for you? Won’t she throw another fit if she can’t find you?”
On the other end of the line came Chandler’s rapid breathing.
His magnetic voice, transmitted through the receiver, carried a uniquely deep resonance. “Meryl, I don’t care about anything else. You’re my wife.”
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