Chapter 95 The Chances Of Winning Are Good
“Will you spare them if I can make you happy today? Could you also bring Jorge back?” Yvonne whispered
these words just as Norton was consumed with lust.
Time seemed to stand still in that bathroom.
With a sudden movement, he raised his head, his gaze cold and piercing. “Do you always have to spoil these
moments? Don’t you have anything else to offer but your body?”
It wasn’t true. Yet, at that moment, it appeared she had no other recourse but to agree.
Did he view their marriage solely as a means for her to gain his wealth? To him, she was worthless, with
nothing to offer. Her only asset, in his eyes, might be her body.
“Is it so, then? You’d trade with anyone who accepts your conditions?” With a single hand, Norton hoisted her up, his tone menacing and ominous, sending shivers down her spine.
All Yvonne could do was look back at him, her voice raspy. “Please, Norton, isn’t my pleading enough for you?”
“Leave now!” he instructed, effortlessly lifting her from the bath with a dismissive gesture.
Wrapping her arms around herself, Yvonne felt an indescribable pain throughout her body.
She managed to envelop herself in a towel and exited the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Norton stepped out of the bathroom, selected an outfit from the wardrobe, dressed, and left.
As he was about to leave, Yvonne hurried to him, calling out, “Norton…”
However, he quickly pulled her hands away from his and walked off without looking back.
Overwhelmed, Yvonne finally gave in to her emotions, crouching down to let her tears flow.
The floor beneath her was ice cold. Overcome with exhaustion from crying, she finally rose and sat on the bed.
A knock at the door jolted her.
Upon opening it, Yvonne saw Leif standing there.
“Is everything okay?”
“Has he gone yet?”
Leif sensed the strained tension between them, filled with hostility, and decided to step in. He said cautiously, adding, “You might not see it, but he actually has a soft heart behind his tough facade. A few gentle words might soften him up enough to change his mind.”
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Gentle words? Hadn’t she already tried that to no avail? She felt as if he had already trampled on her self-
respect.
If Shelly had asked, a simple bat of her lashes along with a hug and a kiss would suffice, and he would comply.
But why did it feel like an impossible task for her?
“Thank you, Leif. And please, let’s keep what happened today between us. Don’t mention it to Edmond.”
Leif gave a reassuring nod. “Of course.”
Reflecting on her doomed marriage, she felt it unnecessary to trouble Edmond with these worries at all.
Brian made it to the hotel just as the clock struck midnight.
Upon entering, he spotted Rachel lying on the couch.
She seemed to be asleep, resting her head on her arm.
She was suddenly wrapped in a warm embrace and murmured without thinking, “Brian…”
“I’m here.”
“Brian!” she said again, half–convinced she was dreaming.
“I’m right here!”
Rachel slowly came to, her eyes sleepy as she gazed up at Brian, almost not believing he was actually there.
To assure herself she wasn’t dreaming, she playfully pinched his cheek.
The sensation was unmistakably real. Was it possible she wasn’t dreaming after all?
“It’s really me. I’m here to take you home,” Brian whispered, his nose gently brushing against hers.
“I didn’t think you’d make it!” Rachel exclaimed, wrapping him in a warm embrace.
Her emotions surged with excitement and thrill at that moment.
That night, she nestled comfortably in his arms and slept soundly.
However, awakening the next morning to an empty space beside her stirred confusion. Had everything been just a dream?
“Time to wake up!” His voice suddenly filled the room.
Upon seeing him, Rachel’s eyes sparkled with uncontainable happiness.
Brian gazed back, his eyes brimming with deep love.
He drew closer, his hand tenderly strøking her cheek, as he asked softly, “Did you miss me?”
“Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation, nodding gently.
Encouraged by her response, he enveloped her in a passionate kiss.
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His kiss swept over her like a storm, nearly overwhelming her.
Rachel reached up on her tiptoes, gripping his clothes for balance.
Then, her phone began to ring persistently.
“Brian, please… I need to take this!”
“There’s no way I’m letting go, no interruptions now.”
“It’s Eric, he might have updates on Jeffrey’s case. I need to answer,” Rachel said, keeping her voice steady.
Finally, Brian let her go with reluctance.
“Go ahead then.”
“Thanks.”
Stepping onto the balcony, Rachel picked up the call. “Hello, Mr. Riley.”
“Ms. Marsh, with your father being thoroughly prepared and presenting new evidence that day, we unfortunately lost the first round of the trial.”
She felt a twinge of disappointment, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
“Thanks, anyway. I appreciate all your hard work.”
“May I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Eric then asked, “Is it true that you’re arranging your marriage to Mr. White?”
“Yes, we are, and you’ll definitely receive an invitation.”
Eric quickly added, “I didn’t mean to inquire about the invitation. What I meant was, marrying Mr. White soon could significantly help your case in securing Jeffrey’s custody.”
A thrill of excitement ran through Rachel. “Is that true?”
“Absolutely, the chances of winning are good.”
“Thanks for that advice. I’ll consider moving up the wedding.”
“Excellent. We’ll schedule the next hearing after your marriage. The chances of success will definitely be high.”
“Mr. Riley, I can’t thank you enough.”
Ending the call, Rachel felt a surge of happiness.
Brian picked up on her mood immediately.
He enveloped her in his embrace, nestling his face into her neck and deeply inhaling her scent.
“Is it good news? You look so happy.”
“It looks like we have a new chance to win Jeffrey’s custody.”
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“Does that mean there’s a special reward for me?” Brian asked playfully.
Understanding his implication, Rachel, her cheeks coloring, replied, “Not just yet. I have to sign some documents first. I’ll only relax once everything is official.”
“Okay then.”
Brian was a bit disappointed not to get what he wanted.
That same morning, he took it upon himself to drive Rachel to the contractual signing.
In the meeting room, Rachel was clad in a light purple business suit, striking a balance between professionalism
and elegance.
Her flowing hair added a touch of grace and allure.
After a short wait, a polite voice called out from the doorway, “Hello, Mr. Garrett.”
Moments later, the meeting room door swung open, revealing a pair of meticulous, slender hands.
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