Chapter 607 Seduce

Rachel was taken aback, her eyes red-rimmed as she glared at Lydia.

“You think you’re someone special because you married Dalton? The Aniston family is still run by Chandler, and in the Stone family, you’re nothing but a bastard child who can’t even step out in public! What are you showing off for? You just manipulated your way into his bed and forced him to marry you.”

“You…” Lydia trembled with anger, her hand protectively over her stomach, worried about the well-being of her unborn child.

Lydia quickly regained her composure; such an argument wasn’t why she was here.

“Ms. Morgan, did you invite me here just to fight? Since the plan has already failed, we should think of a way to make up for it!”

Hearing this, Rachel calmed down as well.

“Chandler must hate me so much now; he probably never wants to see me again. What else can I do?”

Lydia replied, “That’s easy. I can create the opportunity, but it’s up to you to seize it.”

Rachel clenched her fists. “Drugging him again? That’s a dirty trick.”

She secretly despised such methods. What was the point of controlling a man with drugs?

Besides, Rachel knew she just couldn’t stand Chandler ignoring her, and she couldn’t bear him focusing all his attention on Meryl.

Rachel just wanted Chandler to notice her, to care about her a bit more.

Her feelings for Chandler were a mix of resentment and longing. Andy, her brother, had lost his life because of Chandler, yet Chandler married and had a child, completely forgetting about her, the sister of his savior.

She felt bitter and resentful.

Rachel said, “I just want Chandler to care about me more!”

Lydia smiled, “I want to make Meryl suffer. Once their relationship has a crack, Chandler will naturally pay more attention to you.”

Rachel was skeptical.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Rachel glanced at the caller ID and quickly hung up.

After their meeting, Rachel took a taxi back to the orchestra.

Utterly exhausted, she grabbed a nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

But when she came out, she found a man on the bed.

Rachel’s face paled, “You… How did you get in here?”

Christopher, who had just entered the room, held the bra Rachel had dropped when she came in, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look both cultured and sinister.

Rachel’s guard went up.

But Christopher moved closer, grabbing her wrist with his large hand and pulling her into his arms.

“Rachel, why didn’t you answer my call?”

His touch made Rachel uneasy, but Christopher seemed to relish it, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of her neck.

Rachel stiffened. “Christopher, what are you doing here?”

“I live next to the orchestra, so I just climbed over the wall. Your dorm room door isn’t exactly a challenge. Did you forget what the Powell family does for a living from the beginning?”

Christopher smiled, adding, “Rachel, I just wanted to surprise you.”

Rachel’s eyes glistened with tears.

She thought that night was the end, but she never imagined Christopher would still be harassing her.

Only Chandler could help her, but she dared not tell him about this.

“Christopher, what do you want? You’re getting married to Ms. Clarke soon. If she finds out you’re messing around… what will she think?”

Christopher grabbed Rachel’s hand firmly. “She won’t find out! Rachel, I want you. Ever since we parted that day, you’ve been on my mind non-stop. I’ve thought about you every single second, and I just want to be with you.”

As he spoke, Christopher leaned in and pressed his lips to Rachel’s.

Rachel clung to the collar of his shirt, trying to push him away, but her efforts were futile.

This was the orchestra, and any noise would be heard by anyone nearby. Rachel’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Rachel, don’t cry,” Christopher murmured, his lips brushing the wetness from her face. “I’ll be gentle.”

Rachel suddenly asked, “Christopher, did you kill Yinson?”

She thought, “Christopher has claimed to have liked me for years. If that’s true, he must have been watching me. That night, Yinson tried to assault me, so Christopher had a strong motive.”

Christopher looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Yinson? Who’s Yinson?”

Rachel was taken aback.

She mused, “Christopher doesn’t know who Yinson is? So who killed Yinson?”

Before Rachel could ask more, Christopher fixed his intense gaze on her. He undid his shirt and pushed her down onto the bed.

A sharp cry escaped Rachel’s lips.

Someone had just passed by the door, and Rachel’s voice had stood out in the quiet of the night. The passerby knocked and asked, concerned.

“Rachel? What’s wrong? Did you fall?”

Rachel’s heart was in her mouth. “No, I’m fine. I just bumped into something.”

“Okay, be careful.”

Rachel swallowed hard, trying to push Christopher away.

But Christopher held her tightly, his eyes raking over her face with a hungry look. “Rachel, you’re so irresistible.”

Rachel felt a wave of disgust.

She pushed down her frustration. “Christopher, you say you like me, but you just want to take advantage of me. Your love is just words.”

“How could that be? Rachel, don’t you believe me when I say I care about you?” Christopher paused, his kissing of her neck faltering.

Rachel closed her eyes. “Prove it to me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Your brother Felix almost strangled me that day.”

Christopher smiled, “Alright, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he pays for it.”

Rachel urged, “It’s getting late. You should go back! Be careful when you leave, don’t let anyone catch you!”

Christopher frowned, clearly still in the mood, “Rachel, I’m not done… Can we do this again?”

Rachel refused, saying, “You were too rough. I can’t handle it.”

Hearing this, Christopher reluctantly let her go.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her red lips for a while before finally leaving.

As soon as the door closed, Rachel rushed over and locked it.

She ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her mouth over a dozen times. Then, she stepped into the shower, washing herself repeatedly.

Rachel scrubbed her skin until it was red and sore, ensuring she was completely clean before she stumbled out, dazed.

Rachel tore off the sheets and blankets Christopher had touched.

Then, she squatted on the floor, holding her head, and began to weep helplessly.