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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.

her anger since she couldn't take

down at her

sure! She could really

this temporary or

had her sight returned

about it, deciding after some thought to continue

so bad, she reflected. At least it kept Chandler

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goes, familiarity breeds affection. She refused to believe Chandler wouldn't develop feelings for

time.

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

her gaze wander as if unseeing.

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

felt a twinge

be able to

It was midnight.

had fallen asleep, and

out his phone and called

bed, listening

classical melodies were perfect for prenatal education. She

A

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and immediately answered. "What

saw Felix

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

sent me photos of you two

"Were we holding

"Yes."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent it

do something so

Rachel, so

thought, Meryl remained silent for a

of the line. "Meryl,

Chandler and Felix

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ruthless to his brother, what might he do to an outsider

that if they became rivals, Chandler would be the one

the rules, Felix was the type who'd

games, Chandler

other outside the hospital and chatted briefly. Those photos

voice remained

cut in quickly. "Chandler, I'm your wife.

silent for a few seconds. Of course, he trusted

foundation of any relationship

had given him her trust, he would give her his

return.

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

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night, with

drifted in, ruffling a few strands of his