Chapter 131
The guy walked against the light, making it tough to see his face. "It's me," he said quietly.
"Mr. Smith? Why you?" Rachel was a bit taken aback.
"Disappointed?" Michael frowned slightly.
"Not really, just didn't expect it." Rachel shook her head. In this pitch-black situation, she didn't care who showed up as long as someone did.
"I heard your voice, so I came to check," Michael explained. He hadn't slept well that night and rushed out when he heard the noise.
"Got it." Rachel nodded.
"It's super late; what are you doing out here?" Michael asked.
"I wanted some water; didn't expect a power outage." Rachel gave a wry smile.
"Alright, you go ahead; I'll light the way." Michael lifted his chin.
"You'll light the way?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Got a problem with that?" Michael shot back.
"No, thanks." Rachel gave him a small bow.
They walked to the living room. Rachel picked up the kettle, shook it, and found there was water inside. She smiled. "Want some?" she asked as she poured water.
Michael watched her smile, his eyes deepening. "I wasn't thirsty, but now I kinda want a drink," he said, "Pour me a glass of water."
Rachel nodded, grabbed another cup, filled it, and handed it to him. "Here you go."
"Thanks," Michael took the cup and said softly.
Rachel waved it off. "No problem." She turned back to her water, while Michael held his cup, eyes never leaving her. After finishing her water, Rachel put down the cup and was about to tell Michael to go back to his room when a sudden growling stomach broke the silence.
They both looked towards the sound and realized it was Michael's stomach. The usually composed man looked a bit embarrassed.
Rachel covered her mouth and chuckled. This side of Michael was rare; he was even a bit cute. Michael took a deep breath, his Adam's apple moving, and said, "Actually, I'm kinda hungry."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, curious. "What do you want to eat?"
"Can you make me something?" He asked.
Rachel hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, since you helped light the way for me tonight."
They walked into the kitchen. Rachel opened the fridge, finding it not well-stocked, with only some veggies and pasta left. She turned around, thinking about what to make, only to bump into Michael, who was right behind her.
Both were stunned. A few seconds later, Michael stepped back, blushing. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Rachel's face turned even redder, awkwardly trying to hide her embarrassment. "It's okay; my bad."
The room fell into a quiet, awkward silence, with only their soft breathing filling the empty kitchen.
"Got something on your mind?" Michael finally broke the silence, trying to ease the tension.
Rachel quickly gathered herself and said softly, "I was just wondering what you wanted to eat. We've only got some veggies and pasta; do you want them?"
"Sounds good," Michael agreed without hesitation.
Before long, a simple bowl of pasta was on the dining table. Michael sat down, picked up the utensils, and started eating. The steaming, fragrant pasta brought a grateful smile to his face. "Thanks."
"Alright, hurry up and finish. I'm so sleepy, and I'll need you to help me up to the third-floor bedroom later." Rachel yawned, her voice sounding a bit lazy, with an unexpected hint of allure.
Michael nodded and smiled, then started eating in big mouthfuls. Rachel propped her head up, quietly waiting.
Soon, she became increasingly drowsy, yawning more frequently, looking very tired. Eventually, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the table.
Michael put down his utensils, looking softly at the girl in front of him. He shook his head with a helpless smile, then got up and carried the sleeping Rachel to the third floor.
After finding an open room, he carefully placed Rachel on the bed, but she unexpectedly clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go. "Rachel, let go," he whispered.
She mumbled in her sleep, "Don't go."
Michael felt a pang of sympathy, softly responding, "Okay, I won't go."
After he sensed that Rachel seemed to calm down, he slowly loosened his grip. Just as he was about to get up, Rachel suddenly called out another person's name, "John."
It felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped on him. His expression changed instantly, and he immediately withdrew his hand and stood up.
Rachel was still sound asleep, unaware of the person beside her leaving. She turned over and hugged the pillow, grumbling, "John, don't bully my dog."
That night was destined to be a sleepless one for Michael. The next morning, Mandy noticed Michael's tired look and asked with concern, "Didn't sleep well last night? Look at those dark circles."
Just as Michael was about to respond, his colleague Joseph walked by with a beer, teasing, "Oh! Looks like you had an exciting night! Need me to ask the chef to make some supplements for you, so you can keep up with Mandy?"
This immediately caused everyone to laugh. Mandy shyly lowered her head and said nothing. As for Michael, his expression turned sour, and he snapped, "Get lost!" Then he stormed off.
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