Chapter 57
The bodyguard lowered his head, voice trembling “Miss Rachel isn’t at home or at the hospital. Asked everyone-nobody’s seen her.”
Arthur was furious. He pulled out his phone to call Rachel, but halfway through dialing realized her phone had been confiscated. He shoved the phone back in his pocket: “Can’t
watch one person!”
Joanne’s face also looked grim, but she tried to stay patient, clinging to one last possibility: “Arthur, don’t panic yet. Maybe Kachel just didn’t make it here in time. Should we wait a bit longer?”
“Didn’t make it here?” Arthur laughed coldly. “After pushing Sophie off a building, she should’ve been here immediately to beg forgiveness! Instead she’s got time to wander around outside-shows she doesn’t have an ounce of conscience left.”
Joanne said nothing more. Arthur was right-Rachel was getting more and more out of control.
Just then, another bodyguard rushed over, whispering to Arthur: “Mr. Leroix, we just questioned the guards at the entrance. They said… Miss Rachel told them Miss Sophie had fallen and they needed to rush over to help.”
Arthur’s face instantly turned ashen: “And then?”
The bodyguard lowered his head, voice shaking: “Then… they came to help, and Miss Rachel… disappeared.”
Arthur’s fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white.
He suddenly realized he might have underestimated Rachel. She hadn’t just pushed Sophie-she’d used the chaos to escape!
“Find her! No matter what it takes, bring her back to me!” Arthur roared.
The bodyguards didn’t dare delay, quickly leaving the hospital to search for Rachel everywhere.
Meanwhile, Rachel was already safe in Nicolas’s apartment. She sat on the couch, unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.
“You helped me get away, but if my brother finds out…” her voice was hesitant, carrying a hint of unease.
“Him?” Nicolas laughed coldly, his tone full of disdain. “Just stay here and relax. He’ll never find this place.”
Hearing Nicolas say this, Rachel felt relieved. Nicolas was who he was-if he said it, he meant it.
But… Arthur wasn’t someone to mess with either. If he really wanted to find her, he’d turn the whole city upside down until he did.
Rachel bit her lip, frowning: “I don’t want to drag you into this.”
Nicolas finally turned around, his gaze settling on her, something unreadable flickering in those deep eyes.
He walked slowly toward her, looking down at her from above: “You think I’m afraid of Arthur?”
Rachel looked up to meet his gaze, her heart suddenly racing.
Nicolas’s stare was too sharp. She instinctively lowered her head, denying: “That’s not what I meant… I’m just worried about you.”
Before she could finish speaking, Nicolas suddenly leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of the couch, completely enveloping her in his shadow.
Rachel’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her breathing becoming rapid. Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch, tightening slightly.
“Worried about me?” Nicolas’s voice was low, those few words seeming to please him, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He lowered his body slightly, stopping when he was just inches away from Rachel, his voice carrying an irresistible pressure: “Rachel, since when did you become so timid?”
Rachel’s throat felt blocked, unable to make a sound. Her gaze unconsciously fell to Nicolas’s lips, her heart pounding wildly in her chest like a drum.
Nicolas’s breath was so close, carrying a faint tobacco scent mixed with a cold, crisp fragrance that made it almost impossible for her to think
Chapter 57
“…” she opened her mouth, momentarily unable to answer his question
When had she become timid?
The old Rachel had been tearless, New York’s famous “troublemaker.”
So bark then, she hadn’t thought chasing after Jason was embarrassing-being brave in love seemed noble.
But the daily torment she’d endured in prison reminded her that people couldn’t be too bold, that she needed to learn to keep her head down.
So she’d become afraid, cautious about everything.
Nicolas’s gaze remained locked on her, as if waiting for her answer.
His breath lightly brushed her cheek, carrying a hint of burning warmth.
“Rachel,” Nicolas lifted his hand to grasp her chin, gently lifting it to force her to meet his eyes, “just do what you want. I’ve got your back.”
His voice was low, with an indescribable appeal.
Rachel’s breathing hitched, her heartbeat nearly stopping.
Her ears gradually flushed red, her heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest.
Nicolas’s eyes darkened slightly, something unreadable flashing in their depths.
Rachel’s lashes trembled slightly, a watery gleam appearing in her eyes. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just bit her lower lip softly without making a sound.
Nicolas’s gaze fell on her lips, his eyes growing even deeper.
This woman! Did she have any idea how seductive she looked right now!
“Nicolas…” she called his name again, her voice carrying a tremor.
Nicolas’s eyes darkened, and he finally couldn’t hold back, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Rachel’s pupils contracted sharply, her whole body freezing in place.
Nicolas’s kiss wasn’t gentle-it even carried a hint of roughness and possessiveness.
His lips pressed tightly against hers, as if trying to steal away all her breath. Rachel’s fingers unconsciously gripped his shirt, fingertips trembling slightly.
Nicolas’s kiss gradually deepened, his tongue prying open her lips and teeth, wantonly plundering her breath. Rachel’s mind went completely blank, all her thoughts scattered by this kiss. Her body gradually went soft, nearly melting in his arms.
Nicolas’s arms tightly embraced her waist, pulling her entire body into his embrace. His kiss remained domineering and forceful, as if he wanted to devour her completely.
Rachel’s breathing became rapid, her chest rising and falling dramatically, as if she might suffocate at any moment.
“Nicolas…” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a tenderness and dependence she hadn’t even noticed herself.
Nicolas’s eyes darkened as he finally released her lips, but his arms still held her waist tightly.
He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing somewhat labored: “Even if the sky falls in New York, it doesn’t matter. I only want to see that reckless Rachel from before.”
Rachel’s lashes trembled slightly, a watery gleam appearing in her eyes.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened on his shirt, her voice so low it was barely audible: “I know…”
Nicolas’s gaze gradually became consumed with desire, his eyes full of madness.
He looked at the woman’s watery eyes, his fingers gently caressing her cheek: “Do you know that I never easily let go of prey that comes right to my
mouth?”
Rachel’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, hey breathing becoming rapid.
“Nicolas She seemed to realise what Nichlass intended to do, instinctively calling his name.
But the man wouldn’t let her go, kiming her lips again.
This tune, his kiss was gentle and lingering, completely different from before.
