Hapter 202


    Chapter 202 Did You Sleep?


    The truth was exposed, and Rachel no longer defended herself. Her eyes suddenly turned red, holding


    back tears as she looked at me and said, “I know it’s not right, but ever since he saved me, I can’t help


    but think about him, want to see him, Tabatha, I know you despise me for this, but there’s nothing


    wrong with liking someone. I don’t want to ask for too much, I just want to talk to him, to see him, that’s


    all. Really, I won’t destroy his family.”


    I felt suffocated in my heart, “There’s nothing wrong with liking someone, but there are principles of


    propriety, justice, integrity, and honor, moral ethics. He saved you only because he considered that I


    am Walter’s wife, so he went to save you with me. He’s not some suddenly appeared hero. Would you


    fall in love with whoever saved you that day? Rachel, I understand and even empathize with everything


    you experienced on the Heart Ind. You were uneasy, frightened, and even scared. You could have


    many good single men in the world, why did you choose him?”


    Out of anger, out of impatience, Ished out at her with a string of words. She hung her head, not


    responding, only shedding tears. The entranceway, originally not wide, felt even more cramped in the


    oppressive and stifling atmosphere.


    Watching her shed tears, I couldn’t help but feel heartache. I took a slight breath, suppressing the


    anger in my heart.


    He calmed down a bit and asked, “How far have you and him progressed?”


    Her hands were inteced in front of her, fingers digging deeply into


    the back of her hand. In a low voice, she said, “He never touched me, I was the one who approached


    him.”


    I pursed my lips, my previous emotions had settled down, and I calmly asked, “Have you slept?”


    She shook her head, “No, we just went out for a meal today. When we came back, I kissed him, and


    that was it.”


    Hearing this, I let out a slight sigh of relief, looking at her and saying, “Everything can still be salvaged,


    don’t have any contact with him in the future.” After saying this, I reached out to her and said, “Give it to


    me.”


    She looked at me, pursed her lips, “What?”


    “Cell phone.”


    She pursed her lips, somewhat unwilling, but still handed me her phone.


    I took her phone, deleted all of William’s contact information one by one, and then returned the phone


    to her. Looking at her, I said, “Don’t have any contact with him in the future. You are still young and


    deserve to love someone better.”


    She took the phone, didn’t say a word, and silently returned to her bedroom.


    We grew up together since childhood, and I knew that whenever she was emotional, she would ignore


    everyone and lock herself in her room. I didn’t disturb her. I sat down in the living room, feeling a bit


    weary and pinched the bridge of my nose.


    I didn’t know what role William yed in this matter. Perhaps he treated Rachel as if she were his


    sister, never realizing that she had developed feelings for him, which is why he kept in contact with her.


    Now, Rachel hasn’t suffered any substantial harm, so I couldn’t possibly rush to talk to William.


    Thinking of Emma’s pregnancy, I couldn’t possibly make a big deal out of it, as it wouldn’t be good for


    anyone. As long as the two of us didn’t contact each other in the future, everything would be fine.


    The next evening. Rachel had practically spent the whole day in her room. Helpless. I went to the


    supermarket and bought quite a lot of food and drinks. After preparing dinner and about to call her out


    to eat, Walter’s call came in.


    Seeing the familiar caller ID, I subconsciously furrowed my brows, answered the phone, and distantly


    said, “Hello!” to the other end.


    There seemed to be a slight pause on the other end of the phone before the voice said, “Come to


    Starry Kitchen.”


    I nced at the prepared dishes on the dining table and immediately declined. “I’m already set to eat


    here.”


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    The other end didn’t say much, just stated, “Mr. Smith, the project manager of the southern district, is


    here.”


    I was stunned for a moment, then it suddenly dawned on me that he was helping me get the project in


    the southern district. After hesitating for a few seconds, I said into the phone, “Send me the address, I’ll


    be there in half an hour.”


    The voice from the other end was as low and restrained as always, simply responding with a, “Hmm!”


    Then it was immediately hung up.


    I was used to him being like this, so I didn’t mind.


    Putting down my phone, I knocked on Rachel’s door, reminding her to


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    Outside the restaurant, I had just arrived when I saw Walter’s tall and slender figure standing at the


    entrance. After parking the car, I jogged over and called out to him.


    Hearing the sound, he looked over at me, habitually reaching out to pull me towards him. I wanted to


    dodge, but his reaction was faster than mine.


    Then I heard his restrained voice, “We are still husband and wife on the surface, it’s necessary to keep


    up appearances when needed.”