His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1250 Rachel Chose To Stay

Rachel made up her mind to stay and tried her best to help Holley clear her name. She did it mostly for

herself.

She was afraid that she would be influenced by Holley and had to live the rest of her life in fear. She

clearly knew that she was still deeply in love with Charles. She hoped that one day, she could stand in

front of him to confess her love to him openly and with great pride.

Even though she got stuck in the mud, she still anticipated a chance to pull herself out of it and to

embrace her beloved Charles with clean hands one day.

With such hopeful ideas running in her head, Rachel wasted no time. She drove to Silver Corporation

immediately. She stepped on gas and her car zoomed along the empty streets. She was eager to find

out whether any clues were left there.

The lobby was almost empty when she entered the building. She tried her best to hide her arrogance

when she approached the reception desk. The receptionist just finished talking to someone on the

phone when Rachel inquired her in a polite tone, "Hello, could you tell me if you saw anyone suspicious

or noticed anything unusual on the day that Mr. Zhan was murdered? Anything at all that you

remember?" Rachel put extra effort to keep a gentle tone.

"Nope. Except you and Miss Ye, no one else met Mr. Zhan on that day," the receptionist replied firmly.

She tried her best to compose herself, but Rachel still seized a flash of dodge in her eyes.

Rachel was sure that she was hiding something, but she failed to get any evidence. It was a really

terrible feeling to be stuck in such a helpless situation. The anger blew out in her heart but she tried her

best not to show it.

Being stuck in such a difficult and helpless dilemma, she suddenly thought of a wild idea. 'Perhaps, I

could ask Charles for help.'

It was precisely an excuse she needed, since her true motivation was to create a chance to meet

Charles again.

Although the gap between them, caused by too much misunderstandings and unhappiness, had grown,

at this moment she was still willing to lay down her self-esteem and seek Charles' help.

She thought, 'Perhaps he still remembers our past love, right?' Actually, Rachel was uncertain that

Charles still did, but she still kept a glimmer of hope in her heart.

In order to encourage herself, Rachel bought several bottles of wine and brought them back home. She

was planning on drinking tonight. She used alcohol as a crutch. She opened her first bottle and started

to pour half of it into her glass. Taking her first sip, she couldn't help but smile.

It was not clear how long she had been drinking. A lot of the bottles, now empty, lined up on the table in

front of her. She held to one of them, which was still half-full. Sitting on the sofa, she felt as if she was

on cloud nine—lighthearted and relaxed.

She took another sip from the bottle she was holding. She could feel every drop as it flowed inside her

mouth soothing every tensed nerve she had and clearing her all thoughts off her head. Rachel almost

fell in love with such kind of feeling—relieved and stress-free. It had been so long since she last felt at

ease.

The happy memory of her first kiss with Charles popped into her mind. Actually it wasn't even her first

kiss. To be honest, their first kiss was not the same as the exaggerated description—"uncontrolled

heartbeat where the world suddenly seemed to stop."

The true feeling was more like how she felt now—comfortable and relaxed.

However, at that time she acted more excited than she thought. Maybe that was given. All people who

were in love felt excited most of the time. She always thought that she would forever be in the warmth

of Charles' embrace.

Now that was all in the past. It was useless to look back.

Rachel wore a bitter smile on her face as she continued reminiscing.

She remembered those days when he was still courting her. Whenever she encountered any troubles,

Charles would help her solve all of them as long as she acted pretty spoiled.

But now, even if she wanted to ask for Charles' help, she had to make numerous preparations to find

courage to meet him.

'Rachel, how do you finally lose your love?'

Rachel sighed.

She felt the weight on her eyelids, forcing them to close. She was not even sure what time it was. The

night was long enough and she had no intentions of waking up and breaking away from her beautiful

dreams. Finally, she succumbed to its silence. The sound of her alarm broke her sleep. Sobering up,

Rachel stood up holding her head as she felt a minor hangover. She still had to face the reality.

She stripped off her clothes and went straight to the shower. Half an hour later, Rachel started to

carefully apply her facial mask and then painted her face with an exquisite makeup. Even if she was

begging help from Charles, she was not willing to appear in a dispirited image. She stared at her

reflection to check how she looked.

She didn't know how long she stopped in front of the mirror. Finally, she picked up her handbag and

walked out of the house.

It was another sunny morning and traffic was light as usual. It only took her less than half an hour to

drive from her house to the Shining Company. The lobby was busier today for some reason. She

silently made her way to the reception desk.

Rachel slightly knocked on the reception desk to call the staff's attention. "Is Mr. Lu at the company? I

want to meet him," she asked with a tender smile.

The reception staff looked at Rachel. She was absolutely not a stranger. The staff was initially

mesmerized by her presence. She used to see Rachel's face on the weekly magazine before. It took a

moment before the reception staff snapped back to reality. She looked at the lady who was smiling in

front of her. The difference was that at that time she was the Mr. Lu's girlfriend, but at this moment, she

was nothing.

"Sorry, Ms. Bai. Mr. Lu is not at the company today," the reception staff replied politely.

When Rachel heard it, she initially thought that Charles refused to meet her and had instructed the

receptionist to decline her request.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she wanted to leave immediately. She loathed Charles.

However, she didn't want to waste her chance to meet Charles. She was stuck in such a tough

situation. She could not think of anyone else who could help her aside from Charles.

At that moment, she was really driven into a corner.

"Can you please pass my message to Mr. Lu? Please tell him that Rachel is here and I need his help

on a very important matter. This will be the last time I will ask to meet him," Rachel pleaded. She didn't

care how that sounded. She was desperate.

The receptionist sneered upon hearing her request. What she thought was that this woman was really

a hard nut. She already told Rachel that Mr. Lu was absent today, but Rachel was still so shameless to

ask for a meet up with him.

Even if she wanted to deliver her request to Mr. Lu, that was not possible since he did go abroad on a

business trip. How could he possibly meet Rachel if he was not there?

"Ms. Bai, please come back another day. It's not just because you didn't have an appointment with Mr.

Lu. The main point is he is not at the company now."

Upon hearing this, Rachel was more certain that it was Charles who refused to meet her.

All right. What a heartless man he was! It didn't matter. Since he didn't want to see her, she would just

find her own way to meet him.

With no further discussion, Rachel directly turned to leave.

The reception staff was relieved to see Rachel leave. She was really worried that Mr. Lu's ex-girlfriend

would start trouble by insisting on what she wanted. Good thing she decided to just give up.

At the coffee shop near the Shining Company, a few employees were taking their morning breaks.

Taking a window seat, Rachel ordered a cup of cappuccino, and then waited for Charles' appearance.

Her eyes stared at the gate of the opposite building. She made sure that her eyes were able to catch

everyone's entries and exits.

Half an hour later, she did not find Charles.

An hour later... Two hours later...

Rachel had spent the entire afternoon sitting in the coffee shop. When it was time to go off work, the

staff of Shining Company almost went away, but Charles did not appear.

Could it be true that Charles was really absent?

Rachel got lost in her thought as she looked at her mobile phone. Charles had previously blacklisted

her phone number, so she never thought about contacting him by phone.

She thought, 'Since I couldn't find Charles today, I will come back tomorrow. I do not believe that he

would never go to work again. Once he returns, I will have a chance to talk with him.'

With that thought in mind, Rachel stood up and left after paying the bill.

It was almost dark while she drove around town. She headed to the club just in time.

Rachel got numbed in the bar. She shook her head with the rhythm of the crowd. Loud music blared as

she drowned herself with liquor again.

She could hear Charles' harsh words ringing in her ears. She tried her best to forget them but she

failed. She felt each word piercing her heart and tearing it into pieces.

Rachel was too intoxicated but she still managed to drag herself to the dance floor. Considering her Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

state of mind, some strangers took advantage of her. However, she did not care about it. She still wore

an enchanting smile on her face.

She was completely driven by animal desire, so she would gladly accept whoever flirted with her. At

this moment, what she wanted was to forget about Holley's trouble and Charles' heartlessness.

Rachel stumbled to the washroom. Her head was still spinning from the act she tried to pull off earlier.

Unexpectedly, she heard a familiar name from the outside. Her heart suddenly tightened.

"How pitiful Lance was! He was murdered inexplicably. I've heard that it was a woman who did it. He

was so useless." The voice of a young lady was clearly heard despite the sound of the open faucet.

"You are right. He was really pitiful. According to the news, his wife didn't even show any hints of

sadness on the day of his funeral. She got his funeral done the old fashioned way. Then, she rushed to

deal with the heritage things. After all, money is more important than the relationship between husband

and wife,"

another voice replied mockingly. The running water stopped.

"Hah," the young lady laughed. "Speaking of Lance, I think he was very generous in paying tips when

he was clubbing, so it's really such a great pity that he was now gone."