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    Brian sighed. “Of course, I do.”


    Over lunch, Carol suddenly asked, “Rachel, did you like the wedding gown? Did you take any pictures? Show me.”


    Hearing that, Rachel hesitated. She wasn’t sure how to respond. If she said no, Carol would just press for more details. And if she found out about Tracy, it would only cause unnecessary worry.


    Before Rachel could find the right words, Brian jumped in. “Grandma, something came up that day, so we had to reschedule. I’ll take Rachel again soon.”


    Carol’s face fell. “What exactly are you so busy with? Isn’t that bigpany filled with employees? If everything depends on you alone, it might as well shut down. Trying on wedding dresses, taking photos, and picking rings—these things matter. And you postponed them?”


    Hector shook his head. “Brian, you dropped the ball here. When I promised your grandma we’d try on wedding clothes, I got into a car ident on the way. Even with my head bleeding, I still went through with it.”


    Carol huffed. “Exactly. You’re lucky Rachel is patient. Most women would have lost their temper by now.”


    Realizing his grandparents were genuinely upset, Brian quickly apologized and promised to fix it.


    Later that night, as they settled into their room, Brian wrapped his arms around Rachel from behind. “Rachel, I’m really sorry about that day. Give me another chance, okay?”


    Just as Rachel was about to speak, her phone rang. Eric’s name shed on the screen. He was calling with an update on Jeffrey’s case.


    After hearing him out, Rachel’s voice turned serious. “Eric, you once said that marrying Brian would significantly improve our chances of winning. I want to confirm that with you again.”


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    “Yes, there’s no question about it.”


    “Got it, thanks,” she said before ending the call.


    She didn’t know how much time she had left, but one thing was certain—she would fight for Jeffrey’s custody with everything she had. If something happened to her before Jeffrey gained independence, Moira would stop at nothing to torment and control him, turning his life into a nightmare.


    Time was running out, and she had to act fast.


    Drawing in a deep breath, Rachel stepped inside. Brian had just shrugged off his jacket, his crisp white shirt highlighting his strong, well-defined frame.


    The moment she entered, Brian reached for her hand. “I’ve adjusted my schedule. In three days, we’ll go pick out your wedding dress.”


    Rachel shook her head. “That won’t be necessary.”


    Brian assumed she was still upset and was about to exin when she lifted a hand, her cool fingers softly pressing against his lips.


    In a voice as light as a whisper, she said, “Brian, let’s move the wedding up.”


    Brian froze, caught off guard.


    She went on, “If you truly want to be with me, let’s not wait. If you’re hesitant, I won’t force you. Take a day to think it over and tell me when you’re sure.”


    Brian started, instinctively wanting to respond.


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