Chapter 7 I've agreed to marry- marry Rachel!

"Silence all the press and reporters! Whoever publishes an article about the engagement party and the woman who ruined it will lose their job." Mr. Alfred Morgan's voice boomed as his secretary reported to him that the press started making noise about the chaos that occurred at Christopher's engagement party.

"Understood, Sir." the secretary replied before swiftly leaving the office.

Seated in a cross-legged position, Christopher faced his father. "Kristy never forgave me. That girl's fault! She ruined everything." Christopher said angrily, clenching his fist.

"Forget about Kristy and try to love Rachel." his father advised; his eyes gleaming with pride.

"What? Even you, Dad!" Christopher complained.

"Your mom likes her. You know how your mom is. When she takes a liking to someone, she never lets them go, which is why she never let go of me." His father said with a smile.

"That's crazy! I'll never learn to love that girl!" Christopher stood up when his phone rang, but he paused and sat back down. "It's Mom." Christopher said when he saw his mother calling.

"Yes, mom." he answered lazily.

"This is not your mom. She is here at the hospital now. She suddenly lost consciousness and her condition is quite serious. She just asked me to call you." the voice on the other end replied, causing Christopher's lips to tremble.

"What?" He glanced at his father, who was engrossed in his files.

He wondered about his mother's sudden illness. She had never agreed to be taken to the hospital, even when she had a fever. She preferred to heal at home. Was her condition really that serious to convince her to go to the hospital?

"Can I talk to mom?" he asked the woman on the phone. She remained silent for a moment.

"Hello, son." his mother weakly replied.

"Mom, what happened? It's a miracle that you agreed to go to the hospital. Don't you hate going to the hospital?"

"That was before, but things have changed now, son. I'm just taking care of myself, especially since I'm going to have a grandchild. However, my grandchild's family is not complete," Mrs. Morgan suddenly said with sadness.

"Is your mom talking to you, Christopher?" Mr. Alfred intervened in the middle of his mother's conversation on the phone.

"Yes, Dad. Mom is in the hospital."

"What? Why didn't she even call me?" Mr. Alfred stood up abruptly, pushing aside the scattered files on the table.

"We have to go see your mom."

"Here we go again. She will only force me to marry that girl." Christopher could do nothing but stand up and accompany his father to the hospital.

Rachel's POV

"How are you, Lady Caroline?" I asked, concerned. We had rushed her to the hospital earlier that morning.

"Don't worry about me, daughter. I'm fine. And besides, don't call me Lady anymore. Call me Aunt. After all, I don't have a daughter, and I've always wanted to have one," she said, holding my hands. I felt a bit awkward and shy.

"Don't worry about Christopher. I will still try my best. My son won't reject me. He's still thinking, but eventually, his heart will soften, and he will follow what I want to happen. As I said, just go with the flow, I'll take care of it," she said to me while still holding my hands.

"I'm not asking for too much. It's enough for me to live with my child. I'm sorry if I ruined your son's party, and because of me, he and his fiancée had a falling out. I felt extremely guilty," I apologized to Aunt Caroline. We both paused when someone suddenly spoke from behind us.

"Guilty? Where, huh, girl? What did you feed my mom that she's so fond of you? You're not the kind of woman someone marries. You're so low. Can you believe I got you pregnant without even knowing why or how it happened? Do you know how disgusted I am with you?" I froze and couldn't move from where I stood when I saw Christopher approaching me. I mean, Christopher was here again. I was afraid he might suddenly hurt me.

"Christopher!" his mother scolded him.

"What now, mom? Are you going to take her side again?"

"Watch your words, Christopher. You're hurting Rachel. Rachel isn't doing anything to you, but you speak to her in such an excessive manner," his mother scolded him. I'm grateful that Christopher's mother was here and became my ally.

"Hasn't she done anything, mom? She ruined everything!"

"Stop it, Christopher. Your mom is sick. This is not the right time for your anger towards Rachel," his father intervened, and Christopher finally stopped. He gave me a glare before finally leaving.

I just followed his gaze as he left. But since it was awkward for me to stay while the couple was talking, I decided to leave for now.

I walked around the hospital until I found myself in a hallway with few people. I stopped in my tracks when I heard Christopher's voice. I leaned closer to the wall to better hear who Christopher was talking to.

"Please, Kristy. Let's get on with the wedding. I don't love that woman! I don't even know how she got pregnant, and I'm supposed to be the father. I don't know how it happened, believe me."

I covered my mouth. I almost made a noise. He looked in my direction, so I covered my mouth even more.

So, he wasn't forgiven by Kristy after all. It was all my fault. That's why I shouldn't be surprised that he would raise his voice at me.

I didn't continue listening to Christopher's conversation with his fiancée. I couldn't bear to be the reason for their current situation, for their separation.

When I returned to Lady Caroline's room, she was still talking to her husband. I cleared my throat to let them know I entered.

They both looked at me. "Oh, it's you, Rachel," Lady Caroline said.

We simultaneously looked at the door when it opened. Christopher emerged from it. He glanced at me, so I lowered my head. I didn't want to look at him for too long.

"I've agreed to marry- marry Rachel," he said.

I immediately looked up in surprise at his words. My eyes widened as I stared at him. Is this guy joking? Just a while ago, he was trying to win Kristy back, and now he's agreeing to marry me?

"Really?" Lady Caroline couldn't hide her joy on her face when I turned to her.

"I already said it, mom. I'm only saying this one time. I'm not used to repeating words," Christopher said seriously.

I still couldn't believe it. Why does he want to marry me? His mind changed so quickly.

"In that case, let's plan your wedding right away," Lady Caroline suggested.

"I want our wedding to be a secret so no one will know," Christopher announced.

Even until now, I still couldn't believe that Christopher agreed to marry me. I was lying down when I decided to look at his picture again, the one I just searched for on a social media platform.

Christopher's handsome face held my gaze for a good ten minutes. He was really good-looking, especially in person. Even when he's angry and his forehead creases, he still looks the same, never ugly, never changing.

I slapped my forehead. I don't have a crush on him. I don't like him. Brother Declan is still my crush. No one can replace him. But I haven't heard anything about Brother Declan lately. Maybe he's happy now with his wife.

THE NEXT MORNING...

I asked Nanny Lydia where Lady Caroline was. She said they were busy preparing for mine and Christopher's wedding. Was Christopher with them as they made the preparations?

I roamed around the mansion, going to the swimming pool, the garden, and the back of the mansion, but I still couldn't find peace. What will happen if Mr. Christopher Morgan and I become husband and wife?

When I got tired of wandering around the entire mansion, I went back inside. I found Lady Caroline and Sir Alfred.

"Rachel, it's good that you're here. We have something to tell you," Lady Caroline immediately greeted me.

"W-what is it?"

"You're only seventeen years old, right? You're still below seventeen, so we'll just wait until you turn eighteen," Lady Caroline added.

Oh, right. I'm still seventeen.

"I already talked to Christopher about this. He said you can stay in his penthouse. That's the condition Christopher requested from me. He agrees to marry you when you turn eighteen, and in the meantime, you'll live in his penthouse even before you get married. Will you agree, Rachel?"

I was stunned.

I'll live in his house? No one will protect me if Christopher tries to harm me.

"Rachel?" Lady Caroline called me again. I fell silent as I thought.

"Ca-can't I just stay here for now?" I asked with a trembling voice. I was scared of Christopher. He might suddenly choke me again.

"I'm sorry, Rachel, but that's the condition Christopher requested for your wedding to push through. You'll stay in his penthouse. Don't worry, and don't be afraid. You'll have a maid accompanying you in the penthouse. Don't be afraid of Christopher. I know Christopher, Rachel. He won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm just scared. I'm sorry," I said, trembling.

"What are you afraid of? Do you think I'll take advantage of you?" Christopher suddenly spoke from the main door. He had just arrived.

His gaze towards me was filled with disdain. Even here in the mansion, he already looks at me with contempt. How about if it's just the two of us?

"I'm not a child abuser, just so you know," he added.

I couldn't speak. I bit my lip as he approached me. Yes, because you are already twenty-seven. There's a significant age difference between us. That's what I thought to myself.

"Get your things. We're leaving right now," he said again.

Right now? My heart raced with anxiety. In my thoughts, I didn't realize he had thrown a small suitcase at me, and I almost didn't catch it. I almost dropped it.

"What are you waiting for? Will you just stand there dumbfounded?" he said sternly.

"I'll have another maid here take care of your things, Rachel," Lady Caroline suddenly spoke up.

"She's used to a difficult life. She can handle packing her things without a helper," Christopher said again.

"I-I can manage, Lady Caroline," I said, biting my lip, and finally started moving. I hurriedly climbed the stairs and almost tripped in my haste.

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