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    With tender care, Brian reached out to wipe the lingering tears from her cheeks. “You’ve endured so much hardship because of me. I’ve failed you terribly. I brought you into my life promising something better, yet I’ve only caused you anxiety and distress. The fault lies entirely with me. I promise this won’t happen again.”


    His deep, resonant voice carried even more powerfully through the quiet night.


    Upon hearing these words, Tracy’s head snapped upward, her eyes glimmering with newfound hope. “Brian, I love you,” she dered inly.


    In that profound moment, no borate deration could have matched the impact of her simple confession.


    This time, Brian offered no rejection. Instead, he gathered Tracy into his embrace, one hand resting protectively on her shoulder as she leaned against him.


    “Brian, my heart is overflowing with happiness. Will you escort me home?” Tracy’s joy radiated unmistakably.


    Rachel couldn’t resist stealing another nce in their direction. That single look froze her heart as if it had been plunged into ice, her feet suddenly as immovable as if anchored by lead weights.


    Were they truly together now?


    In that devastating moment, Rachel became blind to everything else—failing to notice the threatening rumble of thunder overhead or the rain beginning to pelt down around her.


    Her consciousness narrowed to a single, overwhelming realization: they were back together now.


    Brian… he had returned to Tracy.


    The sky roared with a thunderous crash, and within seconds, rain began to pour down in thick, heavy drops, each striking the ground like marbles. The downpour quickly intensified, transforming into a relentless deluge with no sign of easing.


    No one had thought to bring an umbre. Without hesitation, Brian seized Tracy’s hand, pulling her swiftly toward the car to escape the storm.


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    Rachel followed behind, her injuries leaving her weak and unsteady. Running was out of the question; all she could do was quicken her pace slightly, each step aborious effort as the rain soaked through her clothes and weighed her down.


    A few momentster, something unexpected urred. The rain suddenly stopped pelting her. She looked up to find an umbre sheltering her from the relentless downpour. When she turned her head, she met Andres’s familiar, striking face.


    “Mr. Garrett, what brings you here?” she asked, her voiceced with surprise. Given that this was the Carpenter family’s estate, his presence was thest thing she had expected.


    “I caught wind of Brian’s predicament and suspected you might be here. I thought perhaps I could be of assistance,” Andres’s presence was both surprising andforting.


    “Thank you,” Rachel responded, her voice imbued with genuine gratitude. She couldn’t help but feel deeply appreciative of Andres. Their rtionship was strictly professional, but time and again, he had extended his care and support, leaving her both touched and slightly overwhelmed by his kindness.


    “The path here is too narrow for my car, so I parked over there. Let me take you home,” Andres said, his voice calm and reassuring.


    Rachel nodded silently, her appreciation evident in the slight softening of her expression.


    As they turned to leave, a figure materialized through the rain-soaked darkness. Brian approached, his presence pronounced against the dark, rainy backdrop. He, too, held an umbre, its position meticulous and deliberate.


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