Approximately ten minutes later, a black car stopped in front of Rachel Wood.

Inside the car, Woodrow Gaston gazed at her from head to toe with a stunned expression, then quickly got out to approach her. "What happened to you? Is that really you, Rachel?"

All her ex-classmates knew that Rachel was dating the wealthy Sebastian Brenand, and she had access to unlimited resources. What was going on?

She remained strong and gazed at Woodrow. "It's a long story. Can I take a shower and get a change of clothes at your place?"

She knew him very well and knew she didn't have to worry about him.

He worked at a police station, and he was an honest man.

He instantly nodded, his eyes belatedly noticing her bloody feet and disheveled appearance. He hurried to open the car door and carried her into the passenger seat before driving her back to his house. After parking the car, he carried Rachel into his house.

Although Woodrow was single and lived alone, his house seemed tidy, almost as if a woman lived there.

His house was near 860 square feet in size with a simple European-style design.

set her

he pointed to the bathroom. "You can take a shower in there. I've left a shirt, bathrobes, and such. You

don't have any cooties," he

warm hearing that. After being through so much, Woodrow's

the bathroom, heeding his

eagerly removed her soiled clothes before she stood under the shower and quickly

resurfaced with the warm water running

came into her mind, making her feel even more

body roughly, Rachel kept washing herself under

shampoo

repeating the processo countless

had turned red and the warm

felt filthy, and not just on the surface.

memories of those men trapped inside her body, devastating her

think of herself when she was

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