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Walter scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal.
Rachel looked hurt and refused to eat it.
โChandler, can you feed me? I donโt know Walter well enough for this!โ she pleaded.
Walter couldnโt help but snap. โMs. Morgan, itโs just oatmeal. All you need is a mouth. Does it really matter whoโs feeding you? Or do you think it tastes better when Mr. Aniston feeds it to you because you know him so well?โ
Rachel shot back. โWalter, donโt you have a girlfriend? Wonโt she be jealous if youโre feeding me oatmeal?โ
โThis is just work to me. Mr. Aniston will give me a raise for it.โ
Walter glanced at Chandler before continuing. โBesides, Mr. Aniston is married. Youโre worried about my girlfriend getting jealous, but arenโt you concerned about what his wife might have to say about this?โ
Rachel bit her lip and fell silent.
Sheโd dealt with Walter a few times before and had figured out that this man was on Merylโs side, always finding ways to speak up for her!
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Still not giving up, she pleaded, โChandler, I just want you to feed me!โ
Chandler frowned. โStop being stubborn. If you donโt eat, youโre the only one whoโll go hungry.โ
His message was clear. He wouldnโt spoon-feed her.
Rachel felt annoyed, but her hunger was very real.
Fine, sheโd eat it! There was no point in making herself suffer just to prove a point!
Seeing Rachel comply, Chandler stepped into the hallway to make a call.
Heโd been reaching out to the countryโs top ophthalmologists these past few days.
Things couldnโt go on like this. Perhaps a joint consultation with specialists would improve Rachelโs condition.
In the hospital room, Rachel had barely taken two sips of oatmeal when something felt off.
Where there had been nothing but darkness before, suddenly, a flash of light appeared.
Then, gradually, everything around her started to brightenโฆ
Could sheโฆ see again?
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Rachel froze for a few seconds, blinking rapidly.
Her first instinct was to turn and look at Walter, who was closest to her.
Walter was holding a bowl of oatmeal, but his expression was far from pleasant.
His chin was practically dragging on the floor, looking as if Rachel owed him a fortune.
It was crystal clear that Walter was feeding her the oatmeal under duress.
His expression was full of unwillingness.
Rachel had no choice but to swallow her anger since she couldnโt take it out on him.
She looked down at her hands again.
Rachel was sure! She could really see!
โIs this temporary or permanent?โ she wondered.
How had her sight returned so quickly?
Rachel kept quiet about it, deciding after some thought to continue pretending to be blind!
Being blind wasnโt so bad, she reflected. At least it kept Chandler by her side these past few days.
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As the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection. She refused to believe Chandler wouldnโt develop feelings for her given enough time.
A few minutes later, Chandler returned from his phone call. โIโve contacted a team of specialists. Theyโll clear their schedules to examine you in the next few days.โ
Rachel clutched her blanket instinctively, letting her gaze wander as if unseeing. โAre they good doctors?โ
Chandler nodded, then remembering she couldnโt see, said, โTheyโre the top ophthalmologists in the country.โ
Rachel felt a twinge of uncertainty.
Would these specialists be able to tell she was faking?
It was midnight.
Rachel had fallen asleep, and Chandler left the hospital room.
He took out his phone and called Meryl.
Meryl was sitting up in bed, listening to classical music through her headphones.
The soothing classical melodies were perfect for prenatal education. She was utterly absorbed in the music when she saw Chandlerโs call and immediately answered. โWhat is it?โ
โYou saw Felix this afternoon?โ
Meryl gave a soft โmm-hmmโ and then asked curiously. โHow did you know?โ
โSomeone sent me photos of you two together.โ
Meryl froze. โWere we holding hands?โ
โYes.โ
โAre you jealous?โ
โYes.โ
Meryl pressed her lips together. Someone had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent it to Chandlerโs phone.
Who would do something so petty?
It couldnโt be Rachel, so could it beโฆ Felix?
Lost in thought, Meryl remained silent for a long while.
Chandlerโs voice was low on the other end of the line. โMeryl, did Felix steal you away from me?โ
Deep down, Meryl didnโt want Chandler and Felix to become enemies.
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Felix was unpredictable. If he could be so ruthless to his brother, what might he do to an outsider like Chandler?
Meryl worried that if they became rivals, Chandler would be the one to get hurt.
After all, while Chandler played by the rules, Felix was the type whoโd fight dirty.
If Felix had started playing mind games, Chandler might not have seen them coming.
Meryl spoke softly, โWe just ran into each other outside the hospital and chatted briefly. Those photos you saw must have been the camera angle.โ
โReally?โ Chandlerโs voice remained low and deep. โButโฆโ
Meryl cut in quickly. โChandler, Iโm your wife. You need to trust me.โ
Chandler fell silent for a few seconds. Of course, he trusted her.
The foundation of any relationship is mutual trust.
Just as Meryl had given him her trust, he would give her his in return.
Meryl asked, โYou didnโt sleep last nightโฆ why arenโt you resting now? Is she still bothering you? Is that why you canโt sleep?โ
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The hospital corridor was quiet at night, with dim lights casting shadows over Chandlerโs figure.
A cool breeze drifted in, ruffling a few strands of his hair.
Holding his phone in one hand and keeping the other in his pocket, he walked to the window. โI canโt sleep because I miss you,โ he said softly.
Meryl froze.
It felt as if a gentle hand had just caressed her heart.
Chandler rarely expressed his feelings so directly.
Meryl felt flustered.
But her heartbeat had unmistakably quickened at his words.
She placed a hand over her heart.
โWhat did you have for dinner?โ he asked.
Meryl hesitated before responding, knowing sheโd barely eaten anything.
Perhaps because something was weighing on her mind, sheโd been distracted and hadnโt had much appetite.
Besides, it had been so long since sheโd eaten at Stone Villa that the chefโs cooking no longer seemed to suit her taste.
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Merylโs silence told Chandler everything he needed to know.
Through the phone, Meryl could hear the sound of wind on Chandlerโs end.
Then, his breathing became rapid.
She frowned. โWhat are you doing?โ
โIn half an hour, no, make it twenty minutes. Help me open the door at Stone Villa.โ
Merylโs face scrunched up in confusion.
Chandler explained, โIโm bringing you a late-night snack.โ
Meryl instinctively checked the time on her phone.
It was already midnight.
Even someone made of steel couldnโt handle running around like this.
From the hospital to the Stone family house wasnโt exactly close. It was at least a thirty-minute drive.
โI already ate dinner,โ she said quickly. โDonโt bother bringing anything. Stop running around and get some rest somewhere.โ
He seemed to have been up all night yesterday.
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โWait for me.โ With just those two words, Chandler was about to hang up.
Meryl curled her fingers, saying softly, โWhat if Rachel wakes up and looks for you? Wonโt she throw another fit if she canโt find you?โ
On the other end of the line came Chandlerโs rapid breathing.
His magnetic voice, transmitted through the receiver, carried a uniquely deep resonance. โMeryl, I donโt care about anything else. Youโre my wife.โ