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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.

choice but to swallow her anger since she couldn't take it

down at her hands

sure! She

temporary or permanent?"

sight returned

kept quiet about it, deciding after some thought to

wasn't so bad, she reflected. At least it kept Chandler by her side these

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familiarity breeds affection. She refused to

time.

from his phone call. "I've contacted a team of specialists. They'll

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

said. "They're the top ophthalmologists in the

a twinge of

able to tell she was

It was midnight.

asleep, and

took out his phone and called

up in bed, listening to classical music through her

were perfect for prenatal education. She was utterly absorbed in the music when

A

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call and immediately answered.

saw Felix

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gave a soft "mm-hmm" and then

me photos of you

"Were we holding

"Yes."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

Someone had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent

would do something

so

in thought, Meryl remained silent

other end of the line. "Meryl,

want Chandler

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be so ruthless to his brother, what might he

if they became rivals, Chandler would be the

rules, Felix was the

mind games,

spoke softly, "We just ran into each other outside the hospital and chatted briefly. Those photos you saw must have

remained low and deep.

"Chandler, I'm your wife.

silent for a few seconds. Of course, he trusted

any relationship is mutual

as Meryl had given him her trust, he

return.

resting now? Is she still bothering you? Is

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quiet at night, with dim lights casting shadows

ruffling