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    He then lifted her effortlessly and made for the door.


    Rachel woke suddenly, her eyes snapping open.


    Upon seeing Brian, confusion washed over her.


    As she began to speak, Brian interjected, “Shh, no need to exin. I’ve seen enough.”


    “What have you seen?” she asked.


    His expression was resolute, his jaw clenched, yet he said nothing.


    “If I tell you that the man was honorable and nothing untoward urred, would you believe me?” Rachel inquired, her voice tinged with resignation, knowing what his silence likely meant.


    Without a word, Brian continued to carry her away. His cold expression made it clear he didn’t trust her words.


    Rachel had braced herself for this reaction. Yet, the reality of his disbelief stung deeply. He had doubted her again! Historically, he had always sided with others over her. He extended unconditional trust and tolerance to Tracy, yet he shattered her own trust time and again.


    “If you don’t believe me, then set me down!”


    With a calm yet firm voice, Rachel said, “And… we should cancel the wedding.”


    However, Brian’s response was furious. His grip on her tightened, his voice adamant. “That’s out of the question! The wedding will proceed, no matter what.”


    Tears streamed down Rachel’s face as she pounded on his chest. “You’re unbearable! Release me! How can you be so heartless? If you can’t trust me, why insist on marrying me? Go be with Tracy if she means so much to you. Please, just let me go—don’t shatter my heart again!”


    Her tears flowed incessantly. She could no longer bear the emotional strain.


    Exhausted physically and emotionally, she knew she couldn’t remain with him without breakingpletely.


    If his heart wasn’t hers, she resolved to walk away.


    Yet, he wouldn’t release her.


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    Her desperate attempts to free herself didn’t loosen Brian’s hold. He remained stoic, unaffected by her struggles. Driven to the edge, Rachel resorted to biting his arm.


    Initially, she hesitated.


    Brian smirked. “Rachel, I know you don’t have it in you to hurt me.”


    That remark dispelled anyst trace of her remorse. She bit down with renewed force, her teeth sinking deep, drawing blood that stained her lips crimson.


    “Will you release me now?” she demanded once more.


    He simply stared back, his voice firm. “If it eases your anger, keep biting.”


    He then rolled up his other sleeve, presenting his arm to her.


    She shoved it aside. “I don’t want to bite you! I want to call off the wedding.”


    Brian’s reply came resolute, saying, “That’s not going to happen.”


    “Why not? I’ve backed down. Brian, I’m pleading with you, let me leave.”


    Rachel grasped his sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at him.


    The sight of her distraught face could shatter any man’s resolve—Brian’s included.


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