Chapter 6 Give Eva Back To Me

Rachel slowly stood up, not in the mood to argue with Carol. She said, "Tell Mother not to forget her promise."

Carol was taken aback. With a clear hint of disdain in her tone, she asked, "Miss Rachel, are you still refusing to admit your mistake, and blaming your mother for-"

"Give Eva back to me!"

Rachel interrupted her. She looked straight at the French window on the second floor. "Tell Mother that I'm waiting here with my fiance, Clark Ji."

Clark's eyebrow arched as he looked at her and he thought, 'She uses me as she pleases...'

Carol's face darkened immediately, but she couldn't say anything in front of Clark. She forced a smile once again and replied, "Please wait here while I inform your mother."

The discontent in Carol's tone was as clear as day to Rachel. She wanted to punch a hole through her face, but with a smirk, Rachel said, "Well, I don't mind waiting, but Mr. Clark is a very busy man. I hope you know the consequences of keeping him waiting."

Carol stopped in her tracks hearing the threat. Without turning to look at Rachel, she hurried inside.

"Yes, go ahead and take advantage of me as you please," Clark said sarcastically from behind her.

Rachel turned to look at his cold eyes and then slowly walked towards him, her hand extended in front of her as she tried to maintain her balance.

Subconsciously, he reached out his hands and caught her in his arms before she fell.

"You have always been so stubborn, ever since your childhood," he whispered with a frown, but there was a hint of affection in his eyes which even he did not notice. Clark then easily lifted her up and walked towards the car expressionlessly.

He said to his assistant, "Bring back that woman she was talking about-Eva. Tell them that it's my order."

The assistant gave a slight bow in reply and waited for the servant to come back with a reply.

Meanwhile, Nancy burned with fury. "Why did Mother have to let that mere servant go so easily? Do we have to be afraid of that bitch now?" she screamed. In her anger, she bit her lower lip, drawing blood.

She was already pissed off by what Clark had said earlier. And now, her mother had gone and even released Eva too. Rachel had won.

She continued to smash and break everything in her room, and didn't notice Teresa's darkened expression as she entered.

"Nancy, what the hell are you doing?" Teresa scolded. She ordered the servants to restrain Nancy and looked at her daughter with a cold gaze. "What kind of behavior is this?"

"Mother, I didn't mean to. I just..." Nancy tried to defend herself, terrified. She covered her face with both hands and started to cry again. "I'm your daughter. How could you do this to me? Who does Rachel think she is? Why should we listen to her? Her bitchy mother stole your beloved man! Do you want to see her steal your daughter's man as well?"

Taking a deep breath, Teresa tried to control her impulse to slap Nancy at that moment. She glared at her daughter. "Mind your words, Nancy."

Nancy froze, taken aback by her mother's icy tone. She suddenly realized that she had blurted out something she never should have said. Hands shivering, she gripped the sides of her dress in fear. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it..."

Teresa ignored her and turned to the servant. "Nancy has forgotten her place and is lost in her anger. She is grounded from this moment onward. You are not allowed to let her out of this room without my permission."

"Yes, madam," the servant said with a slight bow.

"Mom..." Nancy said, her voice filled with disappointment.

Teresa closed the door behind her and walked away with a livid face.

"Madam, Mr. Clark's assistant has taken Eva away with him," Carol said in a low voice when she saw Teresa.

"Hmph," Teresa scoffed. "I underestimated Rachel. It's no wonder. After all, she is the daughter of that bitch. I was too kind to that wretch. It was a mistake."

She looked straight ahead as a new plan formed in her deviant mind.

Rachel tossed and turned in bed, with her eyes still closed.

Her head was splitting in pain.

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the strange ceiling in a daze. After a few seconds, she sat up immediately. "Where am I?" She looked around in confusion. "Eva! Where's Eva?"

she cried suddenly only to realize that her throat was extremely dry and felt unpleasant. She frowned in pain and tried to get out of bed.

She was confused and upset. 'Is Eva still with those people?'

When she stood up, her legs wobbled. They were still numb and cold from being in the rain for too long. Rachel fell straight forward. "Ah!" she cried.

She closed her eyes desperately. However, the expected pain did not come at all. She fell on something softer and a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

"Don't you know what it is to be obedient?"

Clark asked in a deep and angry voice. Rachel opened her eyes and looked at the exquisite face in front of her.

"I..." Blinking, Rachel was lost for words.

A hint of annoyance flashed through Clark's eyes for some reason, but soon he ground his teeth and growled, "Get off me!"

Rachel quickly came to her senses and realized that she was lying on top of him on the floor.

She flushed and immediately tried to stand up. However, her arms were as wobbly as her legs.

When she tried to get up, she lost her strength halfway and fell on top of him again. This time, her lips crashed straight on to Clark's.

"Mr. Clark, I brought the medicine for-"

A servant walked in and immediately froze when he saw the two of them on the floor, in a tight embrace. His eyes almost popped out when he realized they were kissing.

There was complete silence and the atmosphere turned cold in a second.

"Mr. Clark! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb. I'll leave right away!" the servant said in a panic.

As the door closed, Rachel rolled down from his body with the last ounce of her strength.

She touched her wet lips and thought miserably, 'Well, I do not have a proper explanation for this mishap.'

"Are you that hungry for sex?" Clark got up and straightened his suit gracefully. Then, he added casually, "You will be my wife soon. At that time, you can do whatever you want with me."

"Excuse me? I am hungry for sex?" Rachel repeated, eyes wide open in disbelief. Then she pointed her finger at his nose and said in an irritated voice, "Mr. Clark, being too narcissistic is a kind of illness. You need to see a doctor."

Caressing his lips, Clark muttered, "Well, my servant just witnessed you kissing me. How are you going to explain that?"

Blushing, Rachel looked away. She had nothing to counter.

At the sight of her reddened face, a smile flashed across Clark's face, and his mood lightened.