Chapter 366 Are You Impotent?
Frederick looked at her sleeping face. His deep eyes softened considerably, and he got up to go to the study to handle some matters.
As he settled at his desk, the phone buzzed in his hand, Charles still hadn't answered, but Sebastian's call came through again.
"I went to the hotel where Charles is staying," Sebastian began, a hint of irritation lacing his words. "Charles didn't take Rachel back to the hotel."
Frederick's brow furrowed, and his voice turned grave. "Check his properties in Kasfee."
Sebastian's frustration was palpable. "Forget it," he said, almost defeated. "It's been over half an hour. Whatever was going to happen has already happened."
Frederick's expression turned indifferent as he replied, "Suit yourself." He was about to hang up when Sebastian weakly interrupted with another question. "Frederick, no matter what happens between Charles and Rachel, Charles will never be Rachel's choice, right?"
After all, Layla was Charles's stepmother.
Frederick's tone was calm as he replied, "Who knows?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud crashing sound echoed from Sebastian's end of the line. Moments later, Frederick heard Sebastian's voice again, now tinged with tears. "I'm such a fool! Frederick, I'm really such a fool! I clearly saw it! I..."
Sebastian's words trailed off, unfinished but loaded with implication.
As a man, Frederick roughly understood what Sebastian meant. He might have witnessed Kenneth drugging Rachel, but for some other reason, he chose to ignore it.
Sebastian had initially believed that he could whisk Rachel away, but to his dismay, she ended up being taken by Charles instead.
Charles's call came in at that moment, and Frederick decisively hung up on Sebastian and answered Charles's call.
Charles's polite voice came through the phone. "Mr. Hastings, it's quite late. Is there something you need?"
Frederick composed himself and replied politely as well. "It's nothing major. I just heard that my wife's sister had too much to drink at the party and might have disturbed Mr. Wright, so I called to check. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble, Mr. Wright."
Charles glanced at the water stains all over himself and at Rachel lying in the bathtub, chuckled lightly, and replied, "She did cause me quite a bit of trouble."
When Frederick heard the slight pleasure in Charles's voice, his tone deepened. "Sorry, then I'll have her secretary come to pick her up right away. May I know where you are, Mr. Wright?"
Charles fixed his eyes on Rachel, who was almost burying her head in the water, and directly said to Frederick, "No need to worry, Mr. Hastings. I've waited so many years; I'm not in a hurry for one night."
He hung up the call, walked into the bathroom, and scooped Rachel out of the tub.
Kenneth had been determined to get Rachel tonight, so he used a strong dose. Although Rachel was trying her best to control herself, the feeling of a thousand ants crawling all over her body hadn't eased at all.
Charles locked his gaze on Rachel's beautiful eyes.
At this moment, her pretty eyes were tinged with a bit of mist.
He chuckled, "Ms. Davis, are you trying to drown yourself?"
Rachel's body was limp, unable to find support. One hand was on the edge of the tub, and the other was clutching Charles's sleeve.
"Mr. Wright, why don't you help me?" Her voice was soft, her eyes teary and weak, which was extremely tempting to Charles.
He stared at her for a long while, his eyes flickering. He didn't answer Rachel's question as if he was contemplating.
Rachel, already holding onto his sleeve, stood up weakly and leaned against him. She whispered, "Mr. Wright, excuse me."
Rachel's mind wasn't completely gone, but the physical discomfort had shattered her resolve.
She didn't care about anything else; she just wanted to ease the emptiness and discomfort.
She pressed herself against Charles, moving her red lips closer to kiss his cool lips.
However, before her lips could touch the coolness she sought, he blocked her with his hand.
Charles pressed his fingers against Rachel's red lips and said softly, "Ms. Davis, I can't take advantage of you." His voice was already hoarse.
Not getting the kiss she wanted, Rachel shifted her target and kissed his Adam's apple.
Charles's body stiffened instantly.
Rachel didn't intend to stop there and continued to ignite the fire on his body.
Her body was soft, almost entirely leaning on him. To prevent her from falling, Charles wrapped his arm around her waist and restrained himself. He said in a hoarse voice, "Ms. Davis, you'll regret this tomorrow."
Rachel shook her head, answering firmly, "I won't."
Charles looked down at Rachel in his arms, frowned, and asked, "What if it wasn't me tonight?"
Rachel's mind was a bit fuzzy. What if it wasn't Charles standing here tonight? She hadn't considered that outcome. She just murmured, "But it is you, isn't it?"
Charles was pleased by Rachel's answer, chuckled deeply, and tightened his grip on her waist, trapping her in his arms.
For a moment, Rachel felt like Charles was going to absorb her into his body.
Charles leaned down and kissed Rachel's burning red lips.
Rachel went limp in his arms, the discomfort not easing with Charles's closeness but seeming to intensify.
Her weak hands fumbled with Charles's belt, trying to undo it but lacking the strength. After several attempts, she felt frustrated, her eyes teary, looking at Charles pitifully. She murmured, "Mr. Wright, help me."
Charles felt a pang in his heart and grabbed her soft hand to stop her from moving. He chuckled, "Don't rush."
How could Rachel not be in a rush? She was dying inside. She had never thought she'd be begging someone for help and still be strung along.
She also hated that her body's physiological needs had overridden all her willpower.
As Charles gazed at the apprehensive Rachel in his embrace, his eyes filled with warmth and amusement. He leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her lips before gently lowering her back into the tub.
He comforted, "You need to cool down."
The cold water hit her again, easing some discomfort but making the emptiness feel even worse, making her whole body ache.
Rachel lay in the tub, clutching Charles's collar tightly, biting her lip. She couldn't believe she had no charm, nor did she think it was her fault.
With teary eyes, she looked at Charles's extremely handsome face and hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Wright, are you impotent?"
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