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    “Thank you, Leif. And please, let’s keep what happened today between us. Don’t mention it to Edmond.”


    Leif gave a reassuring nod. “Of course.”


    Reflecting on her doomed marriage, she felt it unnecessary to trouble Edmond with these worries at all.


    Brian made it to the hotel just as the clock struck midnight.


    Upon entering, he spotted Rachel lying on the couch. She seemed to be asleep, resting her head on her arm.


    She was suddenly wrapped in a warm embrace and murmured without thinking, “Brian…”


    “I’m here.”


    “Brian!” she said again, half-convinced she was dreaming. “I’m right here!”


    Rachel slowly came to, her eyes sleepy as she gazed up at Brian, almost not believing he was actually there. To assure herself she wasn’t dreaming, she yfully pinched his cheek. The sensation was unmistakably real. Was it possible she wasn’t dreaming after all?


    “It’s really me. I’m here to take you home,” Brian whispered, his nose gently brushing against hers.


    “I didn’t think you’d make it!” Rachel eximed, wrapping him in a warm embrace.


    Her emotions surged with excitement and thrill at that moment.


    That night, she nestledfortably in his arms and slept soundly.


    However, awakening the next morning to an empty space beside her stirred confusion. Had everything been just a dream?


    “Time to wake up!” His voice suddenly filled the room.


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    Upon seeing him, Rachel’s eyes sparkled with uncontainable happiness.


    Brian gazed back, his eyes brimming with deep love. He drew closer, his hand tenderly stroking her cheek, and asked softly, “Did you miss me?”


    “Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation, nodding gently.


    Encouraged by her response, he enveloped her in a passionate kiss. His kiss swept over her like a storm, nearly overwhelming her. Rachel reached up on her tiptoes, gripping his clothes for bnce.


    Then, her phone began to ring persistently.


    “Brian, please… I need to take this!”


    “There’s no way I’m letting go, no interruptions now.”


    “It’s Eric, he might have updates on Jeffrey’s case. I need to answer,” Rachel said, keeping her voice steady.


    Finally, Brian let her go with reluctance.


    “Go ahead then.”


    “Thanks.”


    Stepping onto the balcony, Rachel picked up the call. “Hello, Mr. Riley.”


    “Ms. Marsh, with your father being thoroughly prepared and presenting new evidence that day, we unfortunately lost the first round of the trial.”


    She felt a twinge of disappointment, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.


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