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Chapter 642 You're My Wife

Walter scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal.

Rachel looked hurt and refused to eat it.

'Chandler, can you feed me? I don't know Walter well enough for this!" she pleaded.

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Walter couldn't help but snap. "Ms. Morgan, it's just oatmeal. All you need is a mouth. Does it really matter who's feeding you? Or do you think it tastes better when Mr. Aniston feeds it to you because you know him so well?" Rachel shot back. "Walter, don't you have a girlfriend? Won't she be jealous if you're feeding me oatmeal?"

"This is just work to me. Mr. Aniston will give me a raise for it."

Walter glanced at Chandler before continuing. "Besides, Mr. Aniston is married. You're worried about my girlfriend getting jealous, but aren't you concerned about what his wife might have to say about this?" Rachel bit her lip and fell silent.

She'd dealt with Walter a few times before and had figured out that this man was on Meryl's side, always finding ways to speak up for her! Chapter 642 You're My Wife

Still not giving up, she pleaded, "Chandler, I just want you to feed me!"

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Chandler frowned. "Stop being stubborn. If you don't eat, you're the only one who'll go hungry."

His message was clear. He wouldn't spoon-feed her.

Rachel felt annoyed, but her hunger was very real.

Fine, she'd eat it! There was no point in making herself suffer just to prove a point!

Seeing Rachel comply, Chandler stepped into the hallway to make a call.

He'd been reaching out to the country's top ophthalmologists these past few days.

Things couldn't go on like this. Perhaps a joint consultation with specialists would improve Rachel's condition.

In the hospital room, Rachel had barely taken two sips of oatmeal when something felt off.

Where there had been nothing but darkness before, suddenly, a flash of light appeared.

Then, gradually, everything around her started to brighten...

Could she... see again?

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Rachel froze for a few seconds, blinking rapidly.

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Her first instinct was to turn and look at Walter, who was closest

to her.

Walter was holding a bowl of oatmeal, but his expression was far from pleasant.

His chin was practically dragging on the floor, looking as if Rachel owed him a fortune.

It was crystal clear that Walter was feeding her the oatmeal under duress.

His expression was full of unwillingness.

but to swallow her anger since

looked down at

sure! She could

or

her sight returned

some thought to continue

bad, she reflected. At least it kept Chandler by her side these

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breeds affection. She refused to believe Chandler wouldn't

time.

contacted a team of specialists. They'll clear their schedules to examine you in the next few

instinctively, letting her gaze wander as

then remembering she couldn't see, said. "They're the top

felt a twinge

specialists be able to tell

It was midnight.

asleep, and Chandler left the hospital

out his phone and called

was sitting up in bed, listening to

She was utterly

A

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call and immediately answered. "What is

saw Felix

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and then asked curiously. "How did you

photos of you

"Were we holding

"Yes."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

pressed her lips together. Someone had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent

would do something so

couldn't be Rachel, so

Meryl remained silent for a

on the other end of the line. "Meryl, did Felix

want Chandler

You're

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could be so ruthless to his brother, what might he do to an outsider

Chandler would be the one

all, while Chandler played by the rules, Felix was the type

started playing mind games, Chandler might not have

ran into each other outside the hospital and chatted briefly. Those photos you

remained low and deep.

your wife. You

silent for a few seconds. Of course, he

any

given him her trust, he would give her

return.

didn't sleep last night... why aren't you resting now? Is she still

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with dim lights casting shadows over Chandler's

cool breeze drifted in, ruffling a few strands of