Chapter 151 What If I Said
I Would
As Rachel noticed Brian outside her door, her first instinct was to shut it quickly.
But Brian was quicker. He had already placed his foot in the doorway, blocking the door from closing, and
positioned himself firmly between the door and its frame.
This forced Rachel to halt her attempt to close the door.
“Let me in for a bit,” Brian insisted, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Rachel stared at him, taken aback by his audacity to just invite himself in.
“I’m really not up for guests, Mr. White.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow. “Are we going to stand here forever? I’m fine with that, but your neighbors seem to
be around. It might draw their attention…”
His brazenness was astounding! With reluctance, Rachel stepped back from the door.
Taking advantage of her hesitation, Brian walked in confidently and made his way to the sofa, taking a seat as though he owned the place. To anyone else, he might have seemed like the man of the house.
“How did you find out where I was?” Rachel inquired.
“Yvonne may not like me much, but she cares about you. She wouldn’t have you rent an apartment. Knowing this place was hers before she married, it’s logical she’d have you stay here.”
Brian assumed correctly. And he had visited this apartment once before and recalled its location.
Noticing Rachel hadn’t offered him anything to drink, he mentioned, “I could use a drink.”
“I’m sorry, but we’re out of drinks.”
“Water is fine by me.”
“Unfortunately, we’ve run out of that too.”
Undeterred, Brian asked, “So, what do you drink then?”
“I’ve just had something, so I’m not thirsty,” Rachel responded. It was clear from her demeanor that she
wasn’t inclined to accommodate him.
Despite this, Brian remained unfazed. He straightened up, his gaze sweeping the room and finally resting on a white cup on the table.
He guessed it was hers.
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He swiftly grabbed the cup and took a drink.
Enraged, Rachel dashed over to reclaim it.
However, Brian stood, lifting the cup high above her grasp, a taunting smile on his face.
“Brian, give me back my cup!” Rachel yelled, stretching to reach it, but he seemed oblivious to her demands.
He only ceased his antics when her face turned a deep shade of anger.
“Now, how about that drink?” he asked.
“Hand over the cup first,” Rachel insisted, still seething.
“Fine.”
Lowering his arm, he carefully returned the white cup to her.
With the cup back in her possession, she reluctantly prepared a simple cup of coffee for him.
She suspected the bitter coffee might prompt him to leave after just one taste.
She had picked the cheapest instant coffee from the supermarket’s discount aisle.
Its flavor was notably bitter.
Surprisingly, Brian took his time, drinking slowly and seemingly appreciating each sip.
As he finished his cup, Rachel suggested, “Mr. White, since you’ve finished your coffee, perhaps it’s time to
leave.”
But Brian, unfazed, requested shamelessly, “Could I have another cup, please?”
Rachel was left speechless. His audacity knew no bounds.
When it came to playing the rascal, he was unparalleled.
Reluctantly, Rachel poured him another. Then a third, and a fourth….
Although the cups were small, consuming four or five was certainly substantial.
Rachel was eager for him to depart.
“Apologies, we’re actually out of hot water.”
Unfazed, Brian raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I suppose you boil it now.”
Rachel found herself at a loss for words.
Then, abruptly, darkness enveloped the room as the power went out, casting everything into shadow.
Quickly reacting, Rachel’s voice shook slightly, betraying her fear of the dark. “We’ve lost power; I can’t make any more coffee. Please, it’s time for you to go.”
Attempting to navigate to her bedroom to retrieve her phone for its flashlight, she had barely taken a couple of steps when she felt arms encircle her from behind.
A scream escaped her in fright.
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In the enveloping darkness, the unexpected embrace was nothing short of terrifying
“Rachel, it’s me,” said Brian, prompting a wave of relief to wash over her.
Yet she was still trembling, drenched in a cold sweat, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs,
“You terrified me! Why would you do that?” she exclaimed.
In a reflex of fear and frustration, Rachel tried to wriggle free from his grasp.
Brian, however, maintained a firm hold, not letting her escape his embrace.
“I’m sorry I frightened you,” he whispered right beside her ear, his tone unusually soft and tender, causing her
to shiver.
“Let me go,” she snapped.
Her words seemed to strike a chord in Brian.
His hold tightened as he flatly refused. “No, I won’t do that.”
A sense of despair washed over her. Why was he holding on so tightly now? It was pointless now. Neither of them backed down, locked in silence for who knows how long
Eventually, Brian pressed his face against her neck, his voice quiet and almost pleading, saying, “Why didn’t you tell me Jeffrey was job hunting?”
“What would it change?” she retorted. “You’d probably just throw money at the problem, right?”
Brian’s silence was telling, confirming her suspicions.
She knew money was crucial, especially for Jeffrey.
But what mattered more than money was his ability to stand on his own, to navigate life with dignity and
purpose.
As his sister, it was up to her to help him find that path.
“Why didn’t you confide in me about his struggles with finding work?”
Brian tightened his embrace, his concern evident.
Rachel’s tone was steady now. “If I remember right, you were overseas then. Even if I had told you, would you have dropped everything and come rushing back? Would you really have flown home just for me and Jeffrey?”
She hadn’t dared to believe in that possibility, so she never even asked.
“What if I said I would?”
Brian’s voice cut through the darkness, steady and sure.
