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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 out

down at

She

temporary or permanent?" she

her sight

it, deciding after some thought

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

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

time.

Chandler returned from his phone call. "I've contacted a team of specialists. They'll clear their schedules

blanket instinctively, letting her gaze wander

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

felt a

be able to tell she

It was midnight.

and

his phone and called

bed, listening

education. She

A

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and immediately answered.

saw Felix

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then asked curiously. "How

sent me photos of you

froze. "Were we

"Yes."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

Someone had secretly photographed her moment with Felix and sent it to Chandler's

would do something

couldn't be Rachel, so could it

thought, Meryl remained

low on the other end of the line. "Meryl,

want Chandler and

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ruthless to his brother, what might he

became rivals, Chandler would

by the rules, Felix was the type

had started playing mind games, Chandler might not have

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

Chandler's voice remained

"Chandler, I'm your

a few seconds. Of course, he

foundation of any relationship

as Meryl had given him her trust,

return.

aren't you resting now? Is she still

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was quiet at night, with dim lights casting shadows

breeze drifted in, ruffling a few