Chapter 430 He Wanted to Be Closer to Her
Rachel strolled into the neighborhood, and as she passed the security booth, the guard inside spotted her and quickly blurted out, "Ms. Davis, congrats!"
Rachel heard him and looked puzzled. "Congrats? For what?" she asked.
The guard noticed her confusion, paused, and then said, "Wasn't that Mr. Wright who just came in your boyfriend? He even gave me a bag of wedding candy. I thought you two got engaged."
Rachel was taken aback for a moment, then figured the guard must've let Charles in after he made up some story.
Seeing Rachel's slightly tense expression, the guard quickly asked, "Wait, isn't he your boyfriend?" He was already stepping out of the booth, ready to go with Rachel and drag Charles out if needed.
"Yeah, he is," Rachel replied casually, then walked into the neighborhood.
The guard heard her, gave an awkward smile, and went back to his booth, thinking they might be having a spat.
Rachel quickly got into the elevator, reached her floor, stepped out, and immediately saw Charles leaning against her door, looking a bit pained.
Charles had drunk a lot tonight and hadn't eaten much, just kept drinking, which was definitely not good.
When Charles saw Rachel step out of the elevator, he straightened up, tried to look composed, and walked toward her with slightly wobbly steps. "Ms. Davis," he greeted.
Rachel watched him, frowning as he looked like he might topple over. She reached out to steady him, but Charles grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
His body was warm, and since Rachel had just come in from the cold, his embrace felt like it was chasing away the chill.
"Mr. Wright, are you drunk?" she asked calmly, trying to push him away, but he held on tight.
His low, drunken voice came out, "Yeah, I'm drunk, but I know I'm holding you, not others." His voice was hoarse and sexy, with a touch of tenderness.
Rachel's body stiffened slightly, and the warmth he brought seemed to mess with her rationality. She was silent for a bit, then spoke, her voice a bit hoarse. "Mr. Wright, I brought your tie."
Charles responded with a "Hmm," but still didn't let go. He held her tightly, her slight chill making him feel comfortable. He gently kissed Rachel's smooth neck and softly said, "Ms. Davis, would you consider letting me be your boyfriend?"
Rachel's eyes widened instantly, feeling his increasingly hot breath in her ear. Every move he made was striking her nerves.
Charles, not getting her response, pulled back slightly and looked down at her, his eyes full of expectation and longing. His gaze seemed to want to devour her.
"Mr. Wright, you..." Before Rachel could finish, Charles leaned down and kissed her lips.
He had tasted her lips before, and the taste was unforgettable. After that night, he couldn't get it out of his mind, and at this moment, his desire to have her was at its peak.
Rachel felt a rush of excitement, even a fleeting thought of just giving in to the moment.
The ding of the elevator snapped her back to reality. Her expression hardened, and she tried to push Charles away.
But Charles held her tighter, pulling back just enough to whisper in her ear, "Ms. Davis, if you don't pick me, are you gonna pick Mr. Kingsley?"
Rachel's face went rigid. The elevator door opened, and there stood Sebastian, staring at them with shock and brewing anger.
Charles kept her pinned against the door, gave her a soft kiss, and murmured, "You don't have to choose me now, but you don't want to get tangled up with Mr. Kingsley, right? Use me as your excuse."
As he spoke, Charles smoothly entered the password on the lock, guiding her into the apartment.
Sebastian watched them, fists clenched, as Charles punched in the code. Rachel had given Charles her apartment password.
Even he didn't have it.
But she had given it to Charles.
Sebastian stood there, hurt and stunned, watching them disappear into the apartment.
Rachel didn't want to deal with Sebastian, so she didn't push Charles away again.
But when she saw Charles enter her password, she was surprised.
She was stunned for a moment, and when the door closed, she snapped back to reality, looking up at Charles.
"You..." she started, but Charles cut her off with a smile, "Last time you brought me back to get the USB drive, I memorized your password."
Rachel took a deep breath, remembering that when she entered the password, Charles was behind her. She was sure he didn't peek.
Charles saw the confusion in her eyes and raised his hand. "The numbers on the keypad are fixed, so when you enter the password, the arc of your hand lets me guess which numbers you're pressing," he explained.
Rachel was shocked by his memory and noticed that despite the strong smell of alcohol, he didn't seem as drunk as before.
He was very sober, almost like he hadn't been drinking.
Charles saw her observing him, smiled, and casually walked to the living room sofa. He sat down and rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.
He asked hopefully, "Ms. Davis, can I crash here tonight? I'll sleep on the sofa."
Rachel realized Charles had been faking it, took a deep breath, thinking about her racing heart and chaotic thoughts stirred by him, and got angry. She pulled the tie out of her bag and tossed it on the sofa.
"Let Ian come pick you up," Rachel said coldly as she headed toward her bedroom.
Seeing her angry, Charles quickly got up, took a couple of steps to reach her, and grabbed her hand. He cooed, "Ms. Davis, don't be mad. Every word I said was sincere. I'm flying to Fondaniss tomorrow, and I might not see you for a while. I just want to be close to you. I can control myself, so please don't kick me out, okay?"
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