Chapter 38
Chapter 38
“So, what exactly are you planning to do? Keep them locked in there forever?” Herb asked, his voice dripping with
amusement.
Bryant wore a mysterious smile, as if he were imparting some ancient wisdom. “Of course. Back in the day, when Rachel’s mother and I first got together, we accidentally got locked in the hospital. I can tell you firsthand–it works every time.”
Rachel pounded the door with frustration.
“Is anyone there? Hello? Anyone inside?”
But there was no response. The silence was unnerving.
George frowned, scanning their surroundings. He noticed that not just the door, but all the windows and other exits were now mysteriously shut tight.
His expression gradually softened into something colder. Crossing his arms, he sneered at Rachel. “So this is what you’ve been up to all this time, huh? You really want to spend time alone with me, don’t you? No need for these amateur tactics, Rachel. It’s a bit over–the–top, don’t you think?”
Rachel paused, her eyes widening as realization hit her. “This was no accident. We were locked in on purpose.
And who else would do something like this… but Bryant?
Seeing the dawning understanding on Rachel’s face, George was sure now. She knew exactly what was going on.
Before Rachel could even think of responding, she felt George’s presence behind her, his body almost pressed against hers. He took a step forward, closing the space between them until his chest nearly brushed her back.
Rachel frowned and took a step back.
George looked down at her, his eyes narrowing. “So, all this drama lately–was it just to get me alone with you?”
“He’s always been indifferent to everything but work and Callie, Rachel thought. ‘But I never realized how imaginative he could be.
“You don’t really think I locked us in here on purpose, do you?” George asked, a hint of mocking in his voice,
“Why else would we be locked in?” Rachel replied, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I know you enjoy a good power play, but I think we both know who’s behind this.”
George smirked. “So, this whole act was just a ruse to get close to me?”
Rachel, clearly unimpressed, turned her head to the side. “There’s a mental hospital just around the corner. Once we’re out of here, you can go check it out.”
“A mental hospital?” George’s face twisted in confusion.
“Yeah, sounds about right,” Rachel said, her tone as sincere as possible. “After all, overthinking everything is probably a form of mental illness. I’d strongly recommend a check–up”
Kachel smirked and turned to leave. But as she passed by him, George suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Tell me you don’t still have feelings for me, George demanded, his voice full of disbelief.
Rachel shrugged, looking at him as if he were out of his mind. “George, we’ve been over this. We’ve been together‘ for three years. At this point, chewing on wood would probably be more satisfying. How could I still have any interest in you?”
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“You…” George’s jaw tightened, his anger clearly rising.
In a flash, he shoved her against the wall, his hands pressing her shoulders firmly.
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Rachel gasped. “What are you doing?!”
George lowered his eyes, clearly expecting her to resist. But as soon as she tried to grab his shoulders, he quickly locked her arms in place, lifting them up and pinning them to the wall. “It’s been three years, Rachel. You still don’t know what I’m capable of?”
With a mocking grin, he leaned in, his face dangerously close to hers.
Rachel’s heart raced as she stared into his familiar eyes, her pulse quickening. ‘Of course, I know what you’re capable of…
But just as George leaned in further, Rachel felt a wave of nausea hit her stomach. She recoiled, her hand instinctively covering her mouth.
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Before George could react, Rachel could no longer hold back. She vomited–right onto his chest.
George froze for a moment, his mind slow to process what had just happened. But as the warmth of her sickened him, he looked down in disbelief.
“Rachel!” he roared, taking a step back, his face twisted in disgust.
Rachel, her head swimming from the sudden onslaught of nausea, looked up slowly, her eyes falling on the mess now staining his white shirt. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, mortified. ‘No way… I actually threw up on him?”
She had always known how particular George was–if the slightest wrinkle appeared on his shirt, he’d tear it off and replace it. And now, she had thrown up all over his favorite black suit. He was going to lose it.
As expected, George ripped off his jacket with a look of disgust and tossed it onto the floor, but the damage was done. Even beneath the jacket, his shirt bore clear signs of the mess.
“Did you do this on purpose?” George demanded, his voice seething with anger.
Rachel only rolled her eyes and shrugged. “How could I? It wasn’t on purpose. I was already feeling sick, but you just had to get up close and personal. Now look at the result.”
George was barely containing his fury. “So, you expect me to believe this was all just coincidence? That you randomly decided to throw up on me?”
Rachel wasn’t about to admit she was dealing with morning sickness, and she had no idea when the next wave would hit—it was just how things were.
Her eyes scanned the room, and then, with a forced laugh, she said, “Well, who told you to stand so close? I was overwhelmed by that unmistakable jerk scent coming off you–made me want to throw up. Who do I go to for an explanation, huh?”
I told you before, I have no feelings for you anymore, but you wouldn’t listen. Now, do you believe me?” Rachel continued, her voice cool and cutting.
He thought, The implication was clear—this is how much she despises me now. That even a simple brush of my presence made her want to puke?
A wave of complex emotions surged within George. How could someone who once adored him change so drastically in such
a short time?
He didn’t want to believe it
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Rachel didn’t look at him. Instead, she lowered her head and said, “This isn’t the time to dwell on all that. We need to figure out how to get out of here.”
George glanced down at himself, disgusted. He tugged at his shirt as if it could somehow erase the feeling.
Rachel, trying to stay calm, simply chuckled. “You really shouldn’t stand so close to people if you don’t want to get hit by ‘that smell. Honestly, I was just trying to get away from your awful ‘bad boy‘ vibe.”
“You…!” George’s face reddened in frustration, but instead of saying anything else, he kicked the door violently.
The door rattled, but it didn’t budge.
Rachel flinched at the loud crash, clutching her chest. “Okay, okay, that’s not going to work. The door isn’t going to open. Let’s just figure out something else.”
She paused, her mind settling as she remembered something. “These doors have electronic locks. I remember the system is designed for easy management. If we can crack the lock’s code, it’ll open automatically.”
George’s eyes flashed with interest, but there was something off in his expression as he looked at her.
“You can crack the code?” he asked, his voice tinged with doubt.
Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not that complicated. What, you don’t know how?”
Her words hung in the air, but there was a strange, almost uneasy tension between them.
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