His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1291 Take The Initiative

After Holley left, Rachel was determined to do something. Being stuck in a desperate situation, she had

to find her own tricky way to win another chance for herself.

'Since she stands in my way, ' she thought, 'then I only need to wipe her out.'

Wanting to see him immediately, she phoned Bernard and eagerly told him to meet her in her house.

Because of the sudden demand, Bernard worried about what might have happened so he made sure to

rush to her house. Lately, Rachel was stuck in a rather unstable mood—he couldn't help but be

concerned for her. It was only when she was by his side that he could rest easy.

When he got to the door, it didn't take long before Rachel arrived as well. As soon as he saw her, he

walked up to her, carefully examining her to find out if anything was wrong. Since nothing seemed off,

he sighed in relief.

"Rachel, did something happen? Why did you call me here?" Afraid that Rachel was bottling something

up, Bernard had to ask her to tell him.

"Nothing serious, it's just…

I've missed you," she replied, bashfully lowering her head. Although she moved with appropriate

shyness, her intense aura couldn't be ignored.

Without another word, Bernard pulled Rachel in for a tight embrace. It felt perfect enough that he

thought it would be completely worthwhile to die as long as he had Rachel in his arms. At that moment,

the world was silent. All he could hear was his own heartbeat mingling with Rachel's.

In a vast desert, she was his oasis.

Truly, Bernard had walked the desert for too long before he finally found her. After everything that

happened, Rachel ended up being the missing piece to his fulfillment.

Warm in his embrace, Rachel carefully leaned up to kiss him. The very thought excited Bernard—it was

the first time she had ever really taken the initiative to get closer to him. Suddenly, all his devotion and

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The surprise only lasted a moment. Before long, Bernard kissed her back wildly. All he wanted to do

was keep her warm in his hold—he was completely smitten as he indulged in their kiss.

After what seemed like a long time, it was difficult to part. Eventually, he did let go of her, still panting

for more. With bright eyes spangled like thousands of stars, he kept them earnestly fixed on her.

The kiss undoubtedly turned her on. It wasn't very fierce, but it made her feel the pull of Bernard's

passionate love.

Sharing in the moment, Bernard slowly caressed Rachel's cheek—he was addicted to her very

expression. After some moments past, the atmosphere turned more and more ambiguous. At a certain

point, the two were simply touching each other everywhere on their bodies.

After they unburdened each other from their clothes, Bernard picked her up as if she weighed nothing,

and went into the bedroom. One would think they were both charmed to stick so close to each other.

As if on instinct, he gently lay her down on the bed and slowly climbed over her, kissing her forehead,

her lips, her neck…

A flush of excitement crept up her skin and Rachel could barely hold her breath. Things were reaching

a climax.

Like a marvelous display, they made love to the point of exhaustion.

The moment was ruined when Rachel suddenly cried out. Tears began running down her cheeks as if

she was a child who had lost her favorite toy.

The sight frightened Bernard as he nervously asked her what exactly had happened. Eventually,

Rachel told him about the challenges the company had been faced with, especially because of Holley's

suppression. Of course, all she said included deliberate exaggeration.

In the end, all Rachel could see was that she hated Holley—she had to count on Bernard to take her

side because she literally had no other choice.

Seeing Rachel in anguish, Bernard couldn't help frowning as he felt for her.

Suddenly, a thought came to him, 'For sabotaging Rachel and making her suffer, Holley should be

dead.

She can't exist in this world. She should disappear.'

For a moment, Bernard pondered once again. He was aware that he had to kill Holley, whatever the

cost might have been.

"Don't worry. Soon enough, you won't have to deal with her anymore," he murmured as he held Rachel

tight. With that, his eyes turned ice-cold and complicated.

Hearing his words, she asked, "Why did you say that?"

"Because, soon enough, there won't be any Holley anymore." Bernard's voice turned dangerously low

and Rachel felt like thunder had hit her.

Clearly, Bernard had decided to kill Holley—it was what Rachel wanted him to do. But fear emerged in

her. 'What if he gets caught? What if the police come after us?'

Moments later, she felt relieved, realizing that she would never get involved. Because Bernard loved

her so much, he would confess himself to protect her.

Staying in his arms, Rachel indulged in his steady breathing and let go of the possible future.

Over the next few days, Bernard followed Holley and worked on the plan. In the beginning, Bernard got

frustrated about how to kill Holley—as much as possible, he didn't want to reveal any kind of

murderous intention so he wouldn't be suspected of anything.

Recalling that Holley would head to a bar and drink for leisure every Friday night, he came up with an

idea.

'How can a person die without warning, ruling out the possibility of homicide?'

What if Holley died through overdose? There was already enough talk that the others knew that Holley

didn't have any self-respect—they wouldn't think that it was a murder.

Meanwhile, Nick stayed up in front of Cassie's house. At dawn, he lied down on the floor to sleep for a

while.

The sound of the neighboring door awakened him and he realized that he had stayed at Cassie's door

the whole night.

At the same time, Cassie's neighbor gaped at the man who was sitting on the ground. "Poor lad, what

are you doing here? Did you stay out here all night?"

The old lady's face was kind as she asked him.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Nick subconsciously stood up to answer, forgetting that his legs were

numb—he fell down to the ground.

"Oh, your legs must be numb. Take your time and sit for a while," the old lady told him.

Her kindness made him bashfully scratch his head. Suddenly, the thought of Cassie not coming back in

the night upset him.

"Lady, may I ask where the girl in this house has been?"

Looking at the old lady with hope, he thought maybe she knew.

In truth, though, he knew the old lady couldn't give him the answer. After all, she was only a neighbor,

not a relative nor a friend. Cassie wouldn't have told her where she was going.