Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After P…

Chapter 632 I Live Here

Today was Lydia’s day for a prenatal checkup.

The doctor had good news: the baby was developing well, and Lydia finally felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

This pregnancy had come as a surprise right after her recent miscarriage, and when she first found out, it felt almost unbelievable.

As she walked out of the clinic, she unexpectedly ran into Rachel.

Having watched the livestream from yesterday, Lydia was fully aware of the foolish stunt Rachel had pulled in front of the cameras.

From Rachel’s disheveled state, it was clear that Chandler had sent her to apologize to Meryl.

Lydia said, handing Rachel a couple of tissues, “Ms. Morgan, wipe those tears; your makeup is a mess.”

Rachel took the tissues, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re here to gloat, aren’t you?”

After everything that had happened, the stares and whispers from everyone around her felt unbearable. Rachel had been the target of judgment all day long.

Lydia raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Why would I do that? You…"

Rachel didn’t dislike Meryl; she just instinctively wanted to get to Chandler. After all, he was her only lifeline at this point.

“Honestly, if you want to stay close to Uncle Chandler, it’s not that hard…” Lydia whispered conspiratorially.

Rachel was taken aback for a moment. “Lydia, are you trying to use me to make Meryl feel sick?”

The tactic was truly despicable, and Rachel thought that Lydia must have some real skills to have secured her position as a fake heiress in the Stone family.

Lydia smiled, her hand resting on her belly. “I’ve got a plan for you. Just trust me; I believe in you.”

Rachel bit her lip, contemplating the suggestion.

She thought, “Do I really want to go down that road?”

Suddenly, her phone rang incessantly. When she saw it was Christopher calling, her expression hardened slightly.

Lydia excused herself, and Rachel considered hanging up out of nervousness but accidentally answered instead.

“Rachel, I heard you got kicked out of the orchestra. Are you okay? Do you have anywhere to stay? I can help you find a place.” Christopher’s voice came through, laced with concern.

The thought of staying in a place he arranged made her feel sick.

She said, “I’m fine; I have somewhere to go.”

“Where exactly? You’re all alone; where can you possibly go?”

“Chandler will take care of me,” she replied, her tone cool.

At the mention of Chandler, Christopher’s voice darkened.

“Rachel, Chandler has a family now. You can’t keep clinging to him like this; it’s not a good look for you.”

Rachel shot back. “You’re about to marry Emilia, and you slept with me. What’s the difference?”

Christopher was momentarily taken aback, not expecting such a fierce response from the usually gentle Rachel.

But then again, it made sense; being the other woman would stir up feelings in anyone.

“Rachel, I’m different. I truly love you. But Chandler doesn’t have those feelings for you.”

With no desire to hear more, Rachel cut him off. “I have to go.”

She hung up and turned to leave, completely unaware that just a wall away, a wheelchair was rolling by.

Philip was pushing Felix, and he couldn’t bear to look at Felix’s expression.

He was taking Felix for a checkup, and who would have thought he’d overhear Rachel’s phone call?

He thought to himself, “Does this mean Rachel and Christopher are together now? Did they sleep together? Those two seem like complete opposites; how could that even happen? This is ridiculous…”

Philip glanced at Felix, unsure of what to say.

Philip cautiously said, “Mr. Powell… don’t let her get to you. She’s not worth it.”

Felix lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest of his wheelchair. “Which eye of yours saw me getting angry?”

Philip thought to himself, “Not angry? With Mr. Powell’s temperament, how could he possibly let something like this slide? The calmer he is, the bigger the storm brewing beneath.”

Felix’s smile sent a chill down Philip’s spine. “No wonder Emilia was kidnapped, and Christopher just stood by; it seems he has someone else in his heart.”

Felix knew all too well how he ended up in this marriage with Emilia; it had always been Christopher pushing for it. The only reason it fell into Felix’s lap was because Keith wouldn’t allow it to happen with Christopher.

In the Powell family, Felix was the least favored, so he was the one put forward for the alliance with the Morgan family.

In a matter of seconds, Felix pieced it all together.

Philip asked, “Should we tell Ms. Stone about this?”

“Why would we do that?” Felix replied with a hint of mischief in his smile. He mused, “If I were to spill the beans about Rachel and Christopher, wouldn’t that just give Meryl and Chandler an opportunity? I’m not that foolish.”

Philip murmured, “So, you’re just going to let Ms. Morgan cheat? Turn a blind eye?”

“Who says I’m turning a blind eye?” Felix countered, tapping his cheek with his tongue. Christopher had bumped into him, and that score was still unsettled.

While he didn’t care much for Rachel, she was still his fiancée in name. He certainly intended to reclaim what was rightfully his, with interest.

Meryl had spent a week in the hospital and was starting to feel a bit cooped up.

This afternoon, she insisted on seeing the doctor, and after some persuasion, he agreed to discharge her.

Before Meryl left, the doctor cautioned, “If you experience any discomfort, don’t hesitate to come back. Especially if you feel any heaviness in your lower abdomen.”

Meryl nodded, grateful for the reminder.

Since it was still early, she decided to stop by the grocery store for some ingredients.

After her recent award, countless people had offered to celebrate with her, but during this special time, Meryl wanted to spend it with Chandler first.

She planned to surprise him and hadn’t mentioned her discharge.

However, as she walked into her home with bags of groceries, something felt off.

The slippers that should have been by the entrance were missing, replaced by a pair of women’s heels on the shoe rack.

Meryl vaguely recalled seeing those shoes on Rachel’s feet.

Her heart sank, and her smile faded instantly. “Rachel is here?”

Chapter 632 I Live Here which was empty.

“Maybe Rachel is in the bedroom?”

As she climbed the stairs, Meryl spotted Rachel groggily opening the bedroom door, looking like she had just rolled out of bed.

Meryl froze. “What are you doing here?”

Looking down, Meryl noticed Rachel was indeed wearing her slippers, and it made her skin crawl.

Rachel rubbed her eyes and yawned lazily.

“I live here now. You were in the hospital, right? What are you doing back so soon?”

Meryl thought, “What? Rachel is living here?”

Chapter 633 Frame Her