The police officer seemed shocked. “What’s the matter? Are you worried I might make a mess in your house? Why did you suddenly change your mind about going inside?”He was excited to go inside and look around as a new experience. Coming from a small town, he’d never been anywhere that was as luxurious.However, Rachel Wood hastily shook her head. “No, I don’t want to go inside anymore. Can you please take me to Merlin Avenue?”The officer had a surprised look in his eyes. “Why don’t you want to go inside?”Wouldn’t an ordinary person want to return home right after a traumatic experience?Why did Rachel refuse to go home?She was even crying.“I have my reasons. Please, I’m begging you,” she implored, wiping her tears away. The officer nodded slightly, giving one last lingering gaze at the house before driving away.When they were on the road, Rachel spotted a black Bentley driving towards them.The car had a familiar registration number. It was a series of nines.It was Se
Approximately ten minutes later, a black car stopped in front of Rachel Wood.Inside the car, Woodrow Gaston gazed at her from head to toe with a stunned expression, then quickly got out to approach her. “What happened to you? Is that really you, Rachel?”All her ex-classmates knew that Rachel was dating the wealthy Sebastian Brenand, and she had access to unlimited resources.What was going on?She remained strong and gazed at Woodrow. “It’s a long story. Can I take a shower and get a change of clothes at your place?”She knew him very well and knew she didn't have to worry about him.He worked at a police station, and he was an honest man.He instantly nodded, his eyes belatedly noticing her bloody feet and disheveled appearance. He hurried to open the car door and carried her into the passenger seat before driving her back to his house.After parking the car, he carried Rachel into his house.Although Woodrow was single and lived alone, his house seemed tidy, almost as if
Rachel Wood’s feet were wet and in pain, becoming much more swollen.She seemed oblivious, though.Right then, Woodrow Gaston was sitting on the couch as he organized a brand new first aid kit in a bag.It appeared that he might have gone out to buy them while she was in the shower.Seeing this made her feel warm in her heart.After taking a deep breath, Rachel quickly walked up to him. “Did you buy these?”“Yeah," he nodded. "Here, put your leg on my lap, and I’ll dress your wounds. The ones on your legs look pretty severe. You can tell me what happened while I clean them up.”Rachel had shown up with wounds all over her body. As a police officer, his instincts told him that something must’ve happened to her, affecting her mentally as well as physically.Perhaps it was domestic violence?When this thought occurred to Woodrow, he became even more somber.The sight of his caring gaze made her tear up.Whenever Rachel was in a bad mood, the one thing she feared most was when o
“The police officers warned those men to let it go, or they’d arrest them. It was my idea. To me, it's the best ending possible.“Without Sebastian, I can’t possibly beat his parents. I’d lose,” Rachel Wood said.Seeing her this way made Woodrow Gaston’s heart reach out to her.Even as a man, he could still relate to her traumatic experience. A wonderful girl like her ended up raped and unable to fight back at all.It was a hopeless situation.He released a long, helpless sigh. “Haven’t you thought about revenge? For example, you could return to Sebastian and exact revenge on his parents in other ways.”Rachel shook her head. “No matter what I do, he is not going to be happy. They are still his parents.”“So, you're not going to do anything for the rest of your life for his happiness?”She nodded sadly. “Yeah, this is the one last thing I can do for him. Honestly, I want revenge too, but I can’t do it. They are his closest family. If anything happens to them, he wouldn’t be hap
After dressing Rachel Wood’s wounds, Woodrow Gaston brought her to the guest room next door. He then sat in the living room and cleaned up the remaining bandages and other first aid kits.Now that it was quiet, he began recounting everything she had said.Was it right for him to help her like this?Her life would be completely different.It would be fine if she could live well alone, but what if she couldn’t?Was he going to let her do this?They used to be classmates, and he wanted Rachel to be happy.Could she be happy like this?Woodrow kept asking himself the same questions over and over.As an outsider, he ought to respect her decision and not interfere with her life. Yet, as her ex-classmate and long-time friend, he hoped for Rachel’s happiness. He also felt that he shouldn’t stay out of her business completely.Should he go to Sebastian Brenand or not?Which was the right or better choice for Rachel?Right then, Woodrow felt conflicted with all these considerations.
Sebastian Brenand was still waiting for the team-matching in the game while avoiding Yvette Houston's eyes.She remained polite and smiled, seemingly unaffected by his indifference. “My parents invited us to go home for dinner tonight.”“Go by yourself,” he said with a deep frown.“Your mother said you must go too,” she insisted.“I’m not going.”Sebastian felt disgusted just by looking at her.“Your mother said there are consequences if you don’t go,” she said vaguely.“Fine!”Yvette knew exactly what Sebastian’s mother had done to Rachel Wood. She'd told her to use such threats whenever her son refused to listen to her, and he was bound to obey.It was the first time she had tried this out, but she didn’t expect it to be this effective.Sebastian might be cold to her now, but she believed they’d eventually develop feelings for each other.It would be fine even if that didn’t happen. They could each find their own happiness outside and not affect one another, as long as S
Sebastian Brenand looked around him, feeling nothing but loneliness.Rachel Wood's shadows were everywhere in this house, making him think of her wherever he looked.To numb his pain, he directly opened a bottle of red wine next to him and drained it.He drank one bottle after another. However, apart from feeling dizzy, he didn’t feel anything else.His mind was still alert, and his heart still ached.The more he drank, the more he missed her.‘D*mn it! What the hell am I living for?’‘Am I still Sebastian Brenand?’‘Where did the old Sebastian, who did whatever he wanted, go?’His parents had killed that man.Would they only come to their senses after he died?He just wanted to die.However, he couldn’t even kill himself because Rachel was in their hands.It was hell on earth.He knew he'd go insane if this continued.When would he finally be free from this?He finally passed out after a few bottles of red wine, laying sprawled out on the table without any strength lef
Woodrow Gaston was about to speak when Yvette Houston spoke first. “Hello, who is this? Sebastian is drunk.”He promptly hung up when he heard her voice, guessing that the woman must’ve been Sebastian Brenand’s wife.Rachel Wood had mentioned her earlier.He knew that the wife would try to mess things up if she found out why he called.Yvette frowned and cursed at the phone upon realizing that the call had ended. She then tossed the phone aside, not thinking much about it as she turned around to leave the study.After she left, the room quietened down again.Woodrow gave up upon hearing that Sebastian was drunk, deciding to try again the next morning.After making up his mind, he pocketed his phone and then walked into his room, took a shower, and slept after setting an alarm for seven o’clock in the morning.As soon as he woke up, he hastily redialed Sebastian's number.Sebastian had just woken up at his desk coincidentally, still feeling slightly dizzy and wearing a weary lo