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    Brian’s confirmation hit Tracy like a gut punch. Her hand flew to her chest, her nails digging into her palm as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Why was it always like this? She had been certain that Carol despised Rachel and would use this scandal to break off their engagement. But instead, Carol still stood firmly by Rachel’s side—after everything!


    Tracy’s vision blurred with rage, her pulse hammering in her ears. “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”


    Brian’s cold voice snapped her from her daze.


    Panicked, she quickly said, “Y-Yeah! Take care of yourself and don’t overwork, alright?”


    The moment the call ended, she hurled her phone onto the bed, her chest heaving with rage. “Rachel! Why? Why do you always get everything handed to you on a silver tter?”


    Her hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Hatred zed in her wide, ring eyes. Why did it always have to be Rachel? Why couldn’t it be her for once?


    Inside the room, Brian found Rachel already lying down. Only, she wasn’t on the bed—she had curled up on the sofa instead. His brows knitted in confusion. “Why are you sleeping there? The bed’s yours—I’ll take the sofa.”


    Rachel didn’t even nce at him. “That’s unnecessary. The sofa’s spacious enough for me.”


    She knew this room originally belonged to him. As a guest, she shouldn’t upy his bed. Besides, she didn’t want to owe him anything. All she wanted was for this night to be over so they could go their separate ways by morning.


    Brian’s gaze darkened. “The sofa isn’t asfortable. You’ve always had poor health—I’ll sleep here.”


    Without giving her room to argue, he bent down.


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    Caught off guard, Rachel gasped and instinctively shoved him away. Her voice trembled with panic. “W-What are you doing?”


    A sly, teasing smirk tugged at Brian’s lips. His gaze locked on hers, dark and captivating. “You’ve got two choices: either get in bed yourself, or I’ll carry you.”


    Rachel’s heart pounded. “I-I said there’s no need.”


    “Then I’ll carry you.” Brian leaned down, his muscr arms already reaching for her.


    Brian reached out, his hands steady but his gaze intensely serious. Not wanting to prolong the argument, Rachel gave in. “Alright… I’ll go myself.”


    Sliding into the familiar bed, she immediately felt itsforting softness. It was much better than the sofa.


    Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Brian approaching with a ss of water. “Here,” he said, his voice low and calm.


    “Thanks.”


    Grateful, she took the ss. Truthfully, she was quite thirsty—one of the dishes she had enjoyed earlier had been a bit too salty. But since Carol had insisted she eat more, she hadn’t been able to refuse.


    “My mom was harsh tonight. I’m sorry about that,” Brian murmured softly.


    Rachel set the ss down, her tone t. “I appreciate it, but there’s no need.”


    Those cruel words hade from Debby herself. If anyone was going to apologize, it should’ve been Debby—not Brian. An apology by proxy meant nothing to her.


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