Chapter 331 The Truth Was Revealed

Celine didn't expect that when she and her friends walked out of the bar two nights later, they would be
cornered by two men with a suitcase.

Upon taking a closer look, she realized that the suitcase was hers!

After taking a shower, Rachel was about to dry her hair and go to bed when she heard a familiar
screech echoing from the other side of the door. "Open the door! Open the door!"

The muffled sounds grew louder and louder as each second passed.

She frowned, wondering why Celine would come here of all places.

Although she wanted to ignore it, it was already approaching midnight. If the woman continued to
scream like a banshee, Rachel was afraid that the neighbors would begin to complain.

However, as soon as Rachel opened the door, she was met with a slap in the face. "Are you crazy?"
she demanded.

"Am I crazy? This is all your fault! I'll fucking kill you!" Celine glared at her ferociously. She was about to
slap her again but Rachel had already grabbed her wrist.

She wasn't foolish enough to stand still and let her succeed once more.

Rachel dug her nails into the woman's skin. "Why don't you head back to the mental hospital?" she
said snidely. "Your doctors are probably looking for you."

It was already late at night, and she wasn't in the mood to converse with Celine anymore. But just as
she was about to close the door, Celine blocked it with a foot. "You're the one who inserted yourself in
our lives. Jack is mine! How dare you try to compete with something that isn't yours in the first place,
you fucking slut!"



she cursed.

Rachel sneered. "If you haven't figured it out already, I'm the one with the marriage certificate."

She pointed at her. "You, in your own words, are the 'fucking slut' who invaded my relationship."

That was the last thing Celine wanted to hear from her. She gritted her teeth, and a crazed glint
appeared in her eyes. "I'm the one who Jack loves! If it weren't for you, I would've already married him.
I wouldn't have been driven out of Ninwell City like this!"

The two men that had greeted her by the entrance of the bar were ordered by Jack to send her out of
Ninwell City.

It had been seventy-two hours since their last conversation.

If she hadn't been screaming to attract the police, she would've already been out of the picture.

Thinking of this, her face twisted further. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this! This is
your fault!"

While she was speaking, Celine suddenly wrenched a small knife from her bag and waved it at her.
She looked like one of those killers in the movies Rachel used to watch.

'Has she gone mad?'

Rachel's eyes widened at the sight as she staggered back. She was about to run to the counter to call
the police when Jack had arrived right in time.

Before Celine could swing the knife towards her, Jack grabbed the woman's wrists. He twisted her arm
roughly, and she screamed. The knife in her hand clattered onto the tiles.



Afraid that she would do something crazy again, Rachel didn't waste any time as she picked up the
knife and threw it into the trash can. When she glanced at them, Celine had already fallen to the floor,
and her usually smooth hair was messy.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Jack placed his hands on Rachel's shoulders as he scanned her
briefly. He had no idea what would've happened to her if he had been a few seconds late.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. What happened to her?"

"I'll take care of it. You can go back to your room first and dry your hair."

Jack's eyes were filled with anger. He had initially asked his men to send Celine away, but he suddenly
received a call that she had escaped. Now, he might as well finish what he had started.

Rachel didn't insist otherwise. When she returned to her room, she could vaguely hear their
conversation. She dried her hair. At last, the entire flat turned quiet. However, Jack still didn't come in.

'Did he leave?'

Frowning, she opened the door to see that Jack had been lounging on the sofa and drinking up the red
wine in his glass.

Rachel went to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. "Why are you drinking here
alone?" she asked. "What happened?"

He clinked her glass with hers, and his eyes crinkled. "Now, you have no reason to reject me, right?"

She froze,

stunned by his question.



Jack placed his glass on the table and reached out to hold her. "Back then, you used Celine as an
excuse to say how we weren't suitable for each other. Now that she left, she would never disturb us
again. Now, will you still reject me?"

She pushed him away and tried to change the topic. "You still haven't explained to me what happened.
Why did she slap me?"

Her cheek was so swollen that she had to apply some ice on her face.

Jack cupped her face with both hands. Although his eyes were filled with love and affection for her,
rage swirled in his heart.

Unable to stand his silence, she removed his hands. "Have you found the evidence that she stole the
paper?"

"Yes." He straightened his back. "She bribed a nurse in your department. The nurse was the one who
helped her copy everything from your director's computer."

He took out a U disk from his pocket and handed it to her. "You can give this to your director, and
everything will be revealed."

"What's in it?" She eyed the disk carefully in her hand before placing it back on the table.

"The surveillance record of that day had been secretly recorded by the man who worked for Celine. He
recorded it to free his name from any lawsuits or prosecutions." He was serious for about three
seconds before holding her hands in his. "Even if you can't promise to be with me, the least you can do
is allow me to pursue you. Is that okay?"

He was like a spoiled kid.

Staring into his innocent and expectant eyes, she couldn't help but be touched by his gesture.



"How about I'll think about it?" she teased.

Hearing this, Jack's face suddenly fell. But when he saw the slyness that flashed in her eyes, he raised
his hand to pinch the other cheek. "You know, it's my choice whether I'll pursue you or not," he joked.
"You have no say in this matter."

"Then why did you ask me about it just now?"

"I just told you for you to prepare yourself."

She raised her eyebrow. "Prepare myself for what?"

"Prepare yourself to be my wife again."

It was already late at night, and Rachel still couldn't sleep. She couldn't help but recall the conversation
she had with Jack, and the corners of her lips raised into a smile.

Even if she couldn't sleep that night, she still felt energetic the next day.

On the second day, Rachel knocked on the door of the director's office and placed the U disk on his
table. "All the evidence is here," she stated. "You can look into it."

As the video played, the director's face turned bright red. He slammed his hands onto the table and
shouted, "Bastard! How could she do such a thing?"

He raised his eyes to look at her. A flush of embarrassment spread around his cheeks as he smiled
awkwardly. "It seemed that I misunderstood you," he apologized. "I'll ask the lawyer to withdraw the
case immediately."

"It doesn't matter as long as the misunderstanding has been cleared up."

She waved her hand dismissively.



However, Rachel soon learned from her mistake. She realized that she needed to be extra vigilant to
make sure that she wouldn't be used again.

The nurse's dismissal put an end to all the controversy. Soon enough, everybody stopped talking about
it.

Rachel busied herself with work, but during her breaks, she couldn't help but wonder why the man who
had promised to get her back made no move at all after that night.

Just as she was thinking about it, Bill called her and asked her out.

Seeing that she had already refused him once, she agreed to meet him at the gate of the community at
8 a.m. the next day.

It had been cloudy for several days, but now, the sun was shining brightly.

Since they were going mountain climbing, Rachel wore her black sports gear. She attached a small bag
around her waist that held her phone.

She fastened her seat belt. "Why do you suddenly want to go mountain climbing?"

"Didn't you say I should exercise?" Bill started the car and drove towards the suburbs.

"I meant jogging or swimming." She snorted. "Not something as intense as this."

"Why do you think I brought a doctor with me?" He winked at her.

In the past few days, he had been forcing himself not to go back to her, but in the end, he just couldn't
help himself.

The mountain they were headed to was located in the eastern suburbs at the west of the city. On the
weekends, there would be tons of climbers surrounding the area, but on a working day, it was a



different story.

When they arrived, they found that it was just the two of them.

After parking the car by the foot of the mountain, the two of them slowly walked up the steps.

At the hillside, there was a pavilion for beginners to rest for a few seconds. Seeing as she had weak
legs, she leaned against the pillar and waved at Bill. "How about we get some rest?" she suggested.

"Okay." He smiled teasingly. "I think you're the one who lacks some exercise, Rachel. You look even
more exhausted than me."

"I usually don't have the time to work out these days," she admitted.

Bill shrugged. "How about you go jogging with me every morning?"

Since he couldn't let her go, he might as well do his best in pursuing her.

He just couldn't bear being apart from her.

"Aren't you living in Platinum Bay? Isn't that far from here?"

"Half an hour's drive," he admitted.

"It's too troublesome. Besides, you'll drive here for half an hour for what? An hour's jog?" Rachel shook
her head. "Besides, I don't think I can get up that early."


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