Chapter 155
Joseph had these big, tanned hands, while Rachel's were small and fair. When they held hands, the difference was pretty noticeable.
Joseph felt her tiny hand in his, and something stirred in his heart. He couldn't help but give her soft, warm hand a gentle squeeze. It felt so good that he did it again.
Rachel sighed and gave a wry smile. "Mr. Anderson, enjoying the hand squeeze?"
Joseph was caught off guard, then realized what he was doing. His face turned red as he quickly let go and awkwardly hid his hand behind his back. "Sorry, I just thought your hand was really nice to squeeze, so..."
Rachel was both amused and a bit exasperated. It was nice to squeeze, so he treated it like a stress ball? She didn't expect him to be so childish.
"It's okay. Take this back with you, Mr. Anderson." Rachel waved it off, then picked up the file bag on the table and handed it to Joseph. Since everything was handed over to him, she didn't need it anymore.
Joseph took it. "Alright, the Andersons will gradually infiltrate the Browns. I'll keep you updated, and if I need your help, you gotta assist."
"I will." Rachel agreed. After all, they were partners, she wouldn't refuse.
"Alright then, I'll be going," Joseph said. Rachel saw him out of the office.
Joseph walked towards the elevator, and on the way, he couldn't help but think about squeezing Rachel's hand. That soft and warm feeling made him nostalgic.
He even lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed it, catching a faint fragrance. Joseph knew it was Rachel's perfume, left on his hand from their handshake.
The scent was fresh and elegant, just like Rachel, making him want to inhale it again and again. His mind wandered to the thought of holding Rachel close, burying his face in her neck, and inhaling her perfume.
For a moment, Joseph's ears turned even redder, and his heartbeat quickened. Just then, the elevator dinged open.
John came out carrying a thermos, almost bumping into Joseph. Luckily, John stopped in time, avoiding the collision.
"What are you doing here?" John asked, surprised.
Joseph's tender thoughts were interrupted, and his face darkened. Then he remembered John's relationship with Rachel, and his mood worsened. He just snorted and walked past John into the elevator.
John tilted his head, confused. "What's going on? Did I offend Joseph somehow? Why is he looking at me like that? Crazy!" He couldn't figure it out, rolled his eyes, and walked towards Rachel's office.
"Rachel." John opened the door and walked in.
Rachel was handling some documents. Hearing his voice, she looked up. "Why are you here? Done with your company's stuff?"
Since Skyline Corporation got on track, John had been coming here less often. After all, his own company needed him.
"Not busy today. I brought you some pan-fried steak. My mom made it knowing you like it and asked me to bring some over," John said, raising the thermos in his hand.
Rachel's eyes lit up. "I haven't had that in a long time. Big thanks to your mom!"
"Try it quickly, or it'll get cold," John said, placing the thermos on her desk and opening it, releasing a rich aroma into the air.
Rachel caught a whiff, and her smile froze. Her face turned pale, and she quickly covered her mouth, pushed her chair back, and bolted to the bathroom.
"What's going on?" John was stunned by her reaction. He only realized what was happening when he heard her retching. He quickly put down the dish and rushed to the bathroom, finding Rachel leaning over the sink, retching painfully.
"Rachel, what's wrong?" John frowned, his face full of concern.
Rachel adjusted her breathing, closed her eyes slightly and weakly replied, "I'm fine."
"You're completely worn out from vomiting, and your face is so pale. I need to call a doctor." John said, taking out his phone to make a call.
Rachel opened her eyes, reached out to press his phone down. "John, no need, I'm not sick."
John looked at her in confusion. "Then what's this?"
Rachel sighed. "I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant? I thought..." John started to say, then suddenly realized, his eyes widening and his voice rising, "Are you sure?"
Rachel nodded. John was stunned and took a moment to find his voice before hoarsely asking, "How long?"
"Almost two months," Rachel replied, looking down. That was just around the time she divorced Michael.
John's Adam's apple bobbed, his tone a bit sour. "It's Michael's child, right?"
"Let's talk outside." Rachel didn't answer immediately.
John nodded and helped Rachel to the sofa in the lounge area. After she sat down, he got her a glass of water and said, "You must be feeling uncomfortable after vomiting; drink this, it will help."
"Thank you." Rachel smiled, took the glass, sipped some water, then said calmly, "It's not Michael's child."
It was ridiculous. She and Michael had been married for six years, and he had never made love to her. Not only did he not love her, but he was also staying celibate for Mandy. So how could she possibly be pregnant with Michael's child?
"What?" John was stunned again, his mouth opening and closing several times before he managed to ask, "Then whose is it?"
If it were Michael's, he would be upset but could accept it since they were married before. But it wasn't, which made him uncomfortable and displeased with the man who got her pregnant.
"I don't know who he is." Rachel said, touching her belly with a bitter smile, "Because after it happened, I was in a daze and very scared, so I only glanced at him and left."
Although she later added him on social media and asked, he didn't intend to tell her.
John grabbed her hand, urgently asking, "Rachel, you weren't raped, were you?" Not knowing the father of the child, he couldn't think of anything else but rape.
However, Rachel shook her head. "No, I was drunk and in a daze when it happened on your birthday night."
John remembered. "So the marks I saw on your neck the next day weren't what you said they were."
"Sorry, John, I lied to you." Rachel apologized. She thought that night would be a one-time thing and no one would ever know. But getting pregnant made it impossible to hide.
John clenched his fist and punched the table. Rachel was startled. "John, what are you doing?"
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