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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.

had no choice but to swallow her anger since

looked down at

was sure! She could really

or permanent?" she

her sight returned

kept quiet about it, deciding after some

least it kept Chandler by her

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breeds affection. She refused to believe Chandler wouldn't develop feelings for her given

time.

phone call. "I've contacted a team of specialists. They'll clear their schedules to examine you in

clutched her blanket instinctively, letting her gaze wander as if unseeing. "Are they

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

felt a twinge of

these specialists be able to tell she was

It was midnight.

fallen asleep, and Chandler left

his phone and called

was sitting up in bed, listening to classical

were perfect for prenatal education. She

A

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and immediately answered. "What is

Felix

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"mm-hmm" and then asked curiously. "How did

sent me photos

"Were

"Yes."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

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

would do something so

so

in thought, Meryl remained silent for a long

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

didn't want Chandler and Felix to become

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be so ruthless to his brother, what might he

worried that if they became rivals, Chandler would be the one to

Chandler played by the rules, Felix was the type

playing mind games, Chandler might not

into each other outside the hospital and

voice remained

your

a few seconds. Of

any relationship is

had given him her trust, he would give her

return.

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

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was quiet at night, with dim lights casting shadows over

breeze drifted in, ruffling a few strands of his