Chapter 127 Hot Air Balloon
Flight
From outside the bathroom, Rachel’s voice pierced the silence. “Tracy just called for you.”
“Can you take it?”
Brian’s casual reply caught her off guard. She hadn’t anticipated his confidence in her handling the call.
“Why don’t you handle it yourself?”
“No worries. It doesn’t matter who picks it up.”
His casual dismissal might have comforted her, or perhaps her curiosity about Tracy’s call at such an hour prevailed.
“Hello, Brian…” Tracy answered, her tone laden with urgency as if she couldn’t delay another second.
“This is Rachel speaking.”
There was a brief pause on the other end before Tracy’s grip on her phone tightened. “Isn’t Brian supposed to be abroad? How come you two are together?”
“Miss Haynes, since we’re a couple, isn’t it typical for us to be together?”
“Are you visiting him too?”
Too?
It appeared Tracy was also abroad.
“Hand the phone to Brian. There’s something critical we need to discuss,” Tracy demanded with authority.
“He’s currently in the shower, but I’ll make sure he gets the message.”
But why should she bother?
A wave of fury washed over Tracy. When had it become necessary for her to communicate with Brian through Rachel, depending on Rachel’s willingness?
In frustration, Tracy ended the call with a sharp click.
Brian emerged from the shower shortly thereafter.
Rachel saw no point in concealing the conversation and had no intention of doing so.
“Tracy mentioned she needs to discuss something important with you.”
She observed Brian closely, anticipating some reaction.
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However, his demeanor was one of unruffled calm, his reply smooth. “It likely concerns the company. I’ll have
Ronald get in touch with her.”
In Rachel’s presence, he dialed Ronald and quickly briefed him.
“Aren’t you going to return her call?”
“No, I’d rather spend the time with you,” he said decisively.
That night, as they settled in, Rachel broached a delicate subject. “Should we invite Tracy to our wedding?”
“The decision is yours. If you feel like inviting her, we will; if not, then we won’t.”
“I’d rather she not come.”
She didn’t want to give Tracy a chance to make a scene at her wedding. Her only wish was for her wedding day to be flawless.
“Rachel…” Brian drew her in closer. “Tell me about your ideal wedding. What would it look like?”
“I imagine it with flowers everywhere, a true floral sea; surrounded by our family and friends; and…”
Halfway through her vision, she noticed that the person next to her had drifted off to sleep.
She had yet to share the most crucial detail.
“These formalities aside, having you is what truly matters.”
His presence at the altar, his hand in hers–that was what counted.
“Good night,” Rachel whispered, settling next to him.
Having adjusted to the jet lag after her overnight flight, she woke to find Brian had the whole day’s activities fully planned.
This came as a pleasant surprise to her.
She had braced herself to spend the day alone while he worked, hoping for an evening out together.
The news that he was free all day brought her immense joy.
Still, his commitments loomed large. Calls interrupted them periodically.
Despite these interruptions, Rachel felt fulfilled.
He had arranged a trip to the ocean where they raced across the waves on a yacht.
The breeze caressed her cheeks, each gust cool and refreshing
While Brian was occupied with a call, Rachel removed her shoes and socks, wandering barefoot on the beach, savoring the silence.
The sand beneath her felt as soft as plush carpet. As she walked, she noticed others etching patterns and words into the sand
Driven by curiosity, she approached and discovered messages of blessings scattered across the shore.
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She couldn’t resist, she grabbed a stick and scrawled, “May Rachel Marsh recover soon, schwer w
Brian White.”
No sooner had she finished than Brian ended his call and strode quickly towards her
Her heart raced as he neared.
Just then, a wave surged, erasing her freshly written words.
“What had you written?” Brian asked, drawing near.
He glimpsed only a few time.
“More time? What did you write down?”
“To spend more time with you!” she exclaimed. “How about you? Would you like to make a wish to
Brian paused, seemingly deep in thought, then shook his head.
“You’re not making a wish?”
“It seems I don’t really have anything to wish for.”
Undeterred, Rachel handed him the stick. “Try it; make a wish.”
It was hard to believe someone could be without a single wish.
Surely he could think of something.
Reluctantly, Brian accepted the stick and wrote, saying, “May I return to ten years ago.”
“Why ten years?” Rachel inquired.
“Back then, I was younger, and I left too many things undone. If I could, I’d go back and correct my mistakes.*
A twinge of pain flickered across Rachel’s heart.
His younger years were more successful than most could dream.
Yet, he harbored regrets?
Perhaps his deepest regret was losing someone dear and not managing to keep her close.
Even so, if they had the chance to start over, would they make the same decisions? He’d probably still be drawn
to Tracy, and she would inevitably fall for him. Certain things are destined to remain the same.
“What would you change if you could turn back time?” he asked.
Rachel considered his question, her eyes thoughtful. “I would have steered clear of my family much earlier.
Avoiding that connection, she never would have attended that party with Moira. She wouldn’t have ended up in the pool, wouldn’t have needed rescuing by him, and wouldn’t have fallen for him at first sight.
Maybe then, her life would have unfolded quietly, falling in love with someone ordinary and leading a content, simple existence. It would be nothing fancy, just filled with happiness.
As dusk fell, Brian whisked Rachel away on a romantic hot air balloon flight.
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He mentioned that hot air balloons seemed most magical at this time of day.
What he didn’t realize was her slight fear of heights.
Still, she didn’t resist.
Unsure of how many more such moments of romance she’d get to enjoy, she embraced the opportunity.
Each moment was precious.
Rachel selected the most vibrant, colorful balloon.
As they began their gentle ascent, she gripped his hand, her legs quaking slightly from fear, yet her spirit was resolute.
Reaching the highest point, she turned to him with a radiant smile.
“Brian, can you recall how many Kiss Day we’ve celebrated together?”
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