Chapter 35
Outside the conference room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was bright and clear, but inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.
The projector cast blue shadows across Nicolas’s brow as his phone buzzed twice-unmistakably loud in the silent boardroom.
Everyone watched their CEO’s expression suddenly freeze.
Nicolas’s eyes flickered as he watched the distant video of two figures walking alone in the hospital garden. His gaze fixed on Matt’s provocative message:
[Boss, your girl’s about to elope with your race car driver nephew!)
The message felt like a punch to his gut. His Rachel, walking alone with that pretty boy actor. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles went white.
He slammed his phone face-down on the table. “Meeting’s over.”
He strode out, loosening his tie with barely controlled fury.
Despite being outdoors, the smell of disinfectant still lingered. Rachel used to hate that smell, but after Nicolas forced her to stay here so long, she’d grown immune to it.
“Rachel…” Jaxon caught her wrist, his warmth seeping into her skin.
Rachel stiffened. He was calling her so tenderly again.
“I know you’re upset, but whatever it is, we can face it together. Our marriage is still valid.”
His voice carried that distinctive magnetism. Despite her coldness, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a flutter.
She pulled her wrist from his grasp. “Jaxon, I stopped loving you long ago. I want to marry someone else.”
“We could move up our wedding. With Grandpa’s poor health, he’d want to see you happy.”
“No.” Her mouth responded faster than her brain. “You and Sophie are perfect for each other.”
Jaxon stared at her calm, emotionless eyes and suddenly panicked. That girl who used to look at him with such devotion was gone.
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He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her behind some decorative rocks. “You were the one who said you loved
me!”
“You’ve been acting too long-you’re mixing up your scripts,” she said coldly.
When footsteps approached, Rachel bit down on the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger. The taste of blood filled the air as Jaxon’s grip loosened from the pain.
She ducked low and slipped away, running off without looking back.
Upstairs, Matt quickly reported to Nicolas:
【Boss, she didn’t abandon you! She ditched the pretty boy and ran!]
Nicolas’s heart pounded as he read the message. The jealousy that had been eating at him since seeing that video finally eased. His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring as he sped toward the
hospital.
【Still at the hospital!] Matt added.
Nicolas took the hospital parking garage’s turns on two wheels, his expensive car screeching to a halt. He
was out and moving before the engine fully stopped.
When Nicolas burst through the door, Rachel was alone in her room.
Seeing who it was, her eyes lit up with joy. “How did you-”
Before she could finish, Nicolas had her cornered against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with raw possessive desire. “What did you say to Jaxon?”
Rachel’s pulse quickened at his proximity. “Matt told you?”
“I saw the video.” His voice was dangerously low, still breathless from his rush here. “You let him touch you.”
“He grabbed my wrist,” she said, then tilted her head with a mischievous smile. “Are you… jealous?”
Nicolas’s jaw clenched. “We’re getting married. Tomorrow.”
Rachel’s eyes widened at his sudden declaration, then she laughed softly. “Someone’s territorial.”
“Don’t test me, Rachel.” His grip on her wrists tightened as he pressed closer, his body trapping her completely against the wall. “You’re mine.”
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The possessive edge in his voice sent heat spiraling through her. “Prove it,” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his lips.
Something snapped in Nicolas’s control. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry and demanding. Rachel melted into him, her body arching as his hands roamed possessively down her sides.
“You drive me insane,” he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. “Watching him
touch you…”
Rachel’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “I only want you touching me.”
He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down with surprising gentleness despite the ire in his eyes. His hands traced her curves as his mouth found hers again, deeper this time, more desperate
‘Nicolas…” she breathed as he kissed along her collarbone, his hand sliding under her shirt.
Her soft moan nearly undid him completely. But as his hand moved to her bandaged side, he suddenly tilled, remembering her injuries. With tremendous effort, he pulled back, his breathing ragged.
Not here. Not while you’re hurt.” His voice was rough with barely contained desire.
Rachel’s eyes were dark with want. “I’m fine-”
No.” He stood abruptly, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “The moment you’re discharged, we’re getting that certificate. And then…” His eyes burned into hers with dark promise. “I’m taking you home ind keeping you in my bed for days until you forget anyone else exists. Until you can’t even remember
azon’s name.”
The heated promise in his voice made Rachel’s breath catch, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled
lesire.
‘Don’t even think about him again,” he warned, his possessiveness barely contained. “You’re mine, Rachel. Only mine.”
With that heated declaration, he forced himself to leave before his control shattered completely, leaving Rachel breathless and aching on the hospital bed.
