Chapter 368 Be More Restrained Tonight
Charles put on his suit and stepped out of Rachel's walk-in closet.
Rachel had already taken out the medicine and was reading the instructions. Seeing Charles come out of the closet, she spoke up. "This medicine is a patch and has a bit of a bad smell. I don't know if you can stand it."
As she spoke, she walked over with the medicine. Sure enough, before she even got close, Charles frowned, clearly unable to stand the smell.
Rachel immediately put the medicine back on the table and turned to face him, her expression earnest. "Although this medicine stinks, it works quite well. If you can't stand it, I can wrap your hand with a bandage for now, and we can go to the hospital after the conference," she suggested, her eyes fixed on his.
Rachel couldn't shake the guilt she felt. His tendon injury was her fault. She couldn't shake off the memory of how, despite the awkwardness of the previous night, Charles had shown remarkable restraint and refrained from taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. An immense feeling of gratitude welled up within her for his honorable actions.
He was Layla's stepson, and she couldn't have any relationship with him.
Charles looked at her sincere expression and smiled. "It's just muscle soreness. Nothing serious."
He then handed his tie to Rachel, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ms. Davis, do you know how to tie a tie? My hand hurts too much to do it myself," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Rachel hesitated momentarily, but then she nodded. "Yes, I can help you." She walked over and took the tie from Charles's hand.
Charles was much taller than Rachel. She hadn't put on her high heels yet and was wearing house slippers so that she couldn't reach him.
Charles bent down slightly, leaning closer to Rachel. Only then did Rachel manage to loop the tie around his neck and start tying it.
Charles stared intently at Rachel, their faces so close that he could see the fine hairs on her face.
After tying the tie, Rachel adjusted his collar. Both of their minds flashed back to the events of last night.
Charles's breathing became heated. Rachel's cheeks turned slightly red, but she calmly withdrew her hand and smiled at Charles politely. "The tie doesn't look very good. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Wright."
Charles glanced down at the tie and chuckled. "Ms. Davis, you're being too hard on yourself. My tying skills are much worse than yours."
Remaining composed, Rachel walked over to the table, picked up the bandage, and looked at Charles, speaking calmly. "It's not that I'm too hard on myself; it's that society is too hard on women. If I can't be perfect in every way, I'll only be taken advantage of."
Just like last night. She had never expected someone would dare to drug her at such a gathering. Perhaps it was because everyone in attendance were familiar faces, causing her to drop her guard. Even now, she remained clueless as to who had spiked her drink.
She thought, 'Was it Sebastian? Or Kenneth? Or someone else. After the conference, I'll thoroughly investigate. Whoever dares to plot against me will face my fierce revenge.'
Rachel had always had reservations about Charles. After all, Charles always gave her a dangerous feeling. She couldn't read Charles's mind, so she had always deliberately avoided him. Yet, last night had shown her another side to him, and she was deeply grateful he hadn't taken advantage of her vulnerability.
"Mr. Wright, you are the most gentlemanly man I've ever met," she remarked, gratefulness evident in her tone.
Charles's eyes crinkled with a smile as he looked at Rachel. He responded meaningfully, "I actually have quite a high opinion of you, Ms. Davis. Last night, you were under the influence of the drug, not willing... It just felt like it lacked a bit of challenge."
Rachel was stunned. She processed his words, her mind racing. Was he teasing her, or was there a deeper meaning? His smile remained as he extended his hand toward her.
"Ms. Davis, if you please," he said, breaking into her thoughts.
She stared at his hand for a few seconds. It was long and elegant, with distinct knuckles. To a hand enthusiast, it was perfection. Thinking about how he used this hand to relieve her discomfort last night, her face flushed, and her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped the bandage.
After wrapping the bandage, Charles raised his hand to move it a bit, then looked at the time and smiled at Rachel. "Ms. Davis, it's getting late. Let's go have breakfast and then head to the venue."
Rachel nodded and walked to the entrance to change her shoes.
Charles followed behind her. When Rachel was changing her shoes, she supported herself with one hand on the shoe cabinet.
Charles reached out to steady her. Rachel smiled gratefully and handed his shoes to him as she bent down.
Their actions were so natural as if they were a newlywed couple.
Charles smiled as he put on his shoes, looking down at her. Rachel hadn't realized how naturally her actions fit with his. After putting on her shoes, she stood aside, waiting for Charles.
Charles put on his shoes and walked to Rachel's side. Only then did Rachel move toward the elevator.
Charles uttered, "The representative from MK Group of Yaradia, whom you wanted to meet, will also be at the conference today. I've already spoken to him, and I'll introduce you when we get there."
Rachel looked up at Charles, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Wright."
Charles smiled in response, "You're welcome."
They stood side by side in the elevator, and the atmosphere of their conversation was very harmonious.
When the elevator reached the underground garage, the driver of the Davis family drove the car over.
Rachel invited Charles to get in first, but Charles, being a gentleman, lifted her hand and said softly. "Ladies first."
Rachel didn't insist and got into the car.
After they both got in, the driver closed the door. His eyes couldn't help but glance back and forth between them.
Rachel had a strong aura. However, next to Charles, for some reason, her sharpness seemed to soften, making them a perfect match.
At the Spring Villa, Amelia, who was in her sleep, felt a constant cool touch on her cheek. She groggily opened her eyes to see Frederick's lips kissing her eyes.
"Time to get up." His voice was soft and gentle.
Amelia struggled to move in his arms, not wanting to get up. However, she reminded herself of the economic conference scheduled between Yaradia and Kasfee that day. She had made a promise to Rachel to be present, so she knew she had to gather her strength and get up.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up, feeling weak all over. She glared at Frederick, who was already up and dressed, looking energetic and spirited. "It's all your fault," she grumbled.
It was his fault for being too indulgent last night, leaving her sore and unable to get out of bed.
Frederick chuckled softly, bent down, and carried her from the bed to the bathroom, saying gently. "Alright, alright, it's all my fault. I'll be more restrained tonight."
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