Too Late to Love You

"It's not me. You believe me!" Rachel Morris stared at the man in the car stubbornly. The heavy rain was pouring. The windows were wet by rain, but it could vaguely see the stern face in the car. Rachel stood outside the car tremblingly.

Through the window, she shouted loudly, "Eric Nelson! You at least listen to my explanation!"

The car door suddenly opened. Before Rachel could be happy, a strong force pulled her over. She slammed into the car and bumped into him. His dry white shirt instantly got wet.

"Eric, those gangsters who hurt Helen were not arranged by me..."

A slender and powerful finger pinched her chin without mercy. A unique magnetic voice came from above her head, "Do you like me so much?"

The cold voice was with a slight smell of tobacco, which belonged his smell.

"What?" Rachel was a little confused. The whole world knew that she liked him. Why would he suddenly ask this now?

The man pinched Rachel's chin. He used his slender hand to stretch towards her face. His fingers gently touched her cheeks that had been wetted by the rain.

Rachel was almost immersed in his gentle eyes. She seemed to have heard the next sentence that the man would ask her if she was cold.

But the man suddenly exuded angry breath. He said coldly, "Rachel, do you like me so much? You like me so much that you don't hesitate to kill Helen?"

A chill came from the bottom of Rachel's heart and spread all over her body. Rachel instantly became sober and couldn't help but smiling bitterly...

When did this man show his tenderness to her? It turned out that it was not tenderness at all. It was just a smile from Satan.

"I didn't intend to kill Helen..." She wanted to explain for herself.

"Yes, you didn't intend to kill Helen. You just bribed a few gangsters and let them rape Helen." The man's expression gradually became irritable. He didn't give Rachel chance to explain. The clothes on Rachel were torn apart.

"Ah!"

Along with screaming, Rachel was pushed out of the car mercilessly. She fell into the rain in embarrassment. The cold voice of the man sounded particularly pronounced in the sound of rain.

"Rachel Morris, Miss Morris, what you did to Helen, then I do the same to you. How's the feeling of being naked?"

What!

Rachel suddenly raised her head and looked into the car door incredulously. The man sat in the car, looking at her condescendingly. He took out the handkerchief to wipe his fingers slowly, "Miss Rachel, I am very tired now. Please go back."

"Eric! Listen to me! I really..."

"It's not impossible for me to listen to Miss Rachel." The man raised his eyelids indifferently, and glanced at Rachel, "If Miss Rachel is willing to kneel in front of the Nelson Manor for one night, maybe I am in a good mood, then I can give Miss Rachel ten minutes."

The door of the car suddenly closed. The handkerchief was thrown out of the car. Falling in front of Rachel, it was wetted by rain.

Rachel lowered her head, picked up the handkerchief in the rain, and pinched it firmly in her palm.

The car drove into the Nelson Manor. The iron gate of the Nelson Manor closed mercilessly in front of her.

In the rain, Rachel's face was pale. She stood for a while, then suddenly raised her head and walked to the gate of the Nelson Manor. She pressed her lips tightly and knelt down to the ground.

She knelt down!

Not because of atonement.

Just because Helen was her friend!

She should mourn when her friend died. Not because everyone thought she killed Helen!

She knelt down!

She begged this man to give her ten minutes to listen to her explanation!

The clothes on her body were torn and in tatters. It was barely able to cover important parts. She covered her body with her hands, but her waist was straight. She was proud. She was proud and unyielding even when she was kneeling down!

Her self-esteem! Her dignity! She was Rachel in Shanghai!

She knelt down stubbornly, just for a chance to explain clearly. She hadn't done it. She didn't admit the things what she hadn't done!

But, would there really be this opportunity?

Would she explain it clearly?

Would anyone really believe her?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. l† never stopped from beginning to end.

One night passed.

In the downpour, Rachel still knelt down outside the Nelson Manor.

The rain drenched her dress. She had been kneeling in the rain all night.

The morning finally came. The manor that had been silent for a night finally had some movements. The silver-haired old butler walked over from the manor yard holding an old-fashioned black umbrella.

The iron gate that had been closed for the whole night "creaked" and opened a gap from two sides.

Rachel finally got a movement, raised her drooping head, and gave a pale smile to the old butler who was standing in the middle of the iron gate.

"Miss Morris, Mr. Nelson wants you to leave here." The old butler's hair was neat. Even if it rained, he had no messy hair.

He was as rigorous as the trees and plants of the Nelson Manor, all trimmed by someone. The old butler threw a piece of clothing towards Rachel.

Rachel stretched out her hand that had been soaked in the rain all night to pick it up, then she put the clothes on tremblingly. She moved her pale and bloodless lips. Her voice was hoarse and firm, "I want to see him."

The old butler did not show any emotions. He conveyed the words of the manor owner word by word, "Mr. Nelson said that Miss Morris's existence has polluted the environment of the manor. He didn't want to see Miss Morris anymore."

From the time of the accident to the present, Rachel did not show a trace of weakness. At this moment, no matter how hard she maintained her calmness, her shoulders trembled, revealing her injured heart.

Rachel closed her eyes. The rain dropped on her face. Others didn't know whether it was rain or tear on her face.

The old butler looked at her expressionlessly. Rachel opened her eyes again, raised her head and said to the old butler, "Mr. Evans, no matter what you think, I haven't bribed these gangsters to ruin Helen's virginity. In any case, I cannot accept your hatred without complaint."

Although Rachel was exhausted, she said clearly... This was a woman who was willing to bow her head temporarily, but was full of pride.

The old butler finally had a reaction other than "indifferent". He frowned. His eyes were full of disgust when he looked at Rachel, "Helen is my daughter. She has been very well-behaved and sensible since childhood. She had never been to a chaotic and dirty place like a bar or nightclub, but she was insulted to death by a group of gangsters in such a place where the gangsters were infested."

"Miss Morris, we checked her phone. Before the incident, she called you and sent you a short message. The content of the short message was, 'I have reached the ONE Club. Rachel, where are you?' "

The old butler stared at Rachel and there was endless hatred in his old eyes, "Miss Morris, because of you, my daughter was dead. She was dead, but you are still quibbling!"

"Everyone knows that Miss Morris is pestering Mr. Nelson, but Mr. Nelson only likes my daughter. He feels disgusting about your pestering extremely. You are obviously jealous of Helen, and you can't get Mr. Nelson's love, so that you want to ruin Helen' virginity. Miss Morris, how vicious you are!"

Rachel was speechless. Helen was the daughter of Blake Evans. She was the love of Eric.

But she, Rachel Morris, was a tiny role who just loved Eric. Now, Helen was dead. She was not only a tiny role, but also a vicious tiny role.

"Miss Morris, please leave." The old butler said, ˆBy the way, Mr. Nelson asked me to convey some words to Miss Morris. . ."

Rachel suddenly looked at the old butler.

"Mr. Nelson said, why is the person who died not you?"

Rachel who knelt on the ground shook violently. A sharp pain came from her heart.

The old butler turned around. The corners of his wrinkled mouth coldly smirked, which made the rigid face look cold and cruel.

Helen was killed by Rachel. He was unhappy. He hated Rachel's viciousness.

Rachel supported her cold body. She stood up tremblingly. As soon as she stood up, she felt her legs numb. She fell down on the cold asphalt, laughing at herself...

'Why is the person who died not you?'

That man would say such cold words. Rachel gave a smile that was even more ugly than crying, "Helen, Helen, you have died. But I have been blamed by everyone."

On the second floor of the Nelson Manor, there was a man who was slender, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He casually covered his body in a black nightgown with bare feet. His sexy tall body stood quietly in front of the French windows, looking at the figure in the rain which was outside of the manor indifferently.

"Mr. Nelson, I have been conveyed your words to Miss Morris." The old butler had drove Rachel away. Now, he quietly stood at the door of the master bedroom.

Eric shook the red wine glass in his hand. Hearing the words of the old butler, he indifferently retracted his sight falling on Rachel.

With thin libs moving a little, he indifferently gave a series of orders, "Notify the Morris family, if they want Rachel, there will be no the Morris family in the future. If they want the Morris family, from now on, there will be no Rachel's name in the Morris family.'

"Yes."

"Secondly, inform the University. There are no Rachel Morris's files in's University. Inform No.1 Middle School that Rachel was expelled for promiscuity and fighting during school. Her highest education is junior high school."

"Yes."

"Last point. . ." Eric said coldly, "Send her to the prison."

After hearing this, the old butler suddenly raised his head and was stunned, "Mr. Nelson?"

"She has to pay for life. She bribed others, and deliberately murdered. Let her go to jail for three years. Mr. Evans thinks I did not do it right?"

The three-year limit was set by Eric for Rachel. Although the evidence was not enough, Eric angrily made the decision.

"No, Mr. Nelson. . . Thank you, Mr. Nelson." The old butler burst into tears, and said, "If it weren't for Mr. Nelson, Rachel would have no punishment. Rachel is as a family member of the Morris family. I can't do anything to Rachel. Thank you, Mr. Nelson. Thank you."

Eric turned around and stood in front of the French windows. He watched the figure on the asphalt road disappear at the corner downstairs.

His eyes were haze. His slender finger pinched the wine glass. He raised his head to drink up the scarlet wine.

"Mr. Evans, I punished Rachel, not because Helen is your daughter, but Helen is the woman I like." Eric said slowly.

.......

Rachel returned to the house of the Morris family exhaustedly.

But she couldn't step into the house of the Morris family. The old butler who had served the Morris family all his life brought Eric's words.

Rachel was driven out of the Morris family. So, she didn't even see her parents.

Were they so afraid of Eric?

Rachel twitched the corners of her mouth... She retracted her sight. The wrought iron gate clearly drew a line between her and the Morris family, and distinguished everything that belonged to her in the past.

Rachel couldn't tell how the feeling was at the moment. As soon as she turned around, two men in police uniforms stopped her, "Miss Rachel Morris, since you bribe others to instigate them to destroy Miss Helen Evans's virginity. It caused Miss Helen' death. Please come with us now."

Before being sent to prison, Rachel saw Eric who was standing by the window in a stalwart figure.

Rachel shook her head and said firmly, "I have never harmed Helen."

Eric walked up to Rachel unhurriedly.

Rachel told herself not to be afraid. She was innocent and she did not commit a crime.

The delicate little face raised up fearlessly, insisting on maintaining her composure, but her trembling shoulders still showed her tension...

All this was caught by a pair of sharp eyes.

A trace of surprise flashed across Eric's eyes... Did she still work hard to maintain her dignity now?

Yes, she was Rachel Morris.

This woman had always been arrogant. Even if he refused her love confession, she didn't show any weakness.

Eric caught her delicate chin quickly.

"Ouch... It hurts!" Eric caught her chin hard, as if to crush her chin. Rachel almost burst out tears because of pain.

Eric did not show any mercy at all. He pinched her chin harder and harder, "Who can think of the vicious heart hidden under this beautiful face?"

"I really haven't harmed Helen!" Rachel bit her lip. Her face turned into pale in pain, "You can just send me to the prison like this. There is no evidence."

"Yes, I can." Eric sneered, and said cruelly. "Miss Morris, please enjoy prison life here happily from now on."

Eric let go of her chin, turned and waved. He walked away freely and easily.

He was taking revenge on her. Rachel's face was pale and could not say a word.

The women's prison was not as peaceful as it seemed. On her first night in prison, she was dragged up.

"You guys, what are you going to do?" Rachel watched defensively at the malicious inmates who surrounded her, "Don't touch me. Or I will call the prison guard."

After listening what she said, the female prisoners around her were not afraid instead of looking at each other and laughing.

A leader among these female prisoners pointed at Rachel, "What did you say? Call the prison guard? Hahaha... I didn't hear wrong? You want to call the prison guard?"

As she said, she slapped Rachel on her face, "Scream! Don't you want to call the prison guard?"

Rachel couldn't stand firmly due to this slap, and her ears were "buzzing".

Rachel supported the wall with one hand. After standing firm, suddenly she slapped the woman unexpectedly.

"Clap!"

After the slap, the cell was quiet for a moment. No one thought that this delicate woman would have the courage to fight back.

This sturdy woman was mad by Rachel's slap. Her eyes reddened and she screamed, "Fuck off. Bitch! Go together, punch her! Hit her hard. Anyway, Mr. Eric has ordered it. As long as we don't make her die, we can do whatever we want!"

Rachel was shocked. A sharp pain spread over her body!

...Eric Nelson! Eric Nelson! ! Mr. Eric had ordered...Eric Nelson! ! !

Rachel's hands and feet were trembling. Her heart was broken!

No wonder, no prison guards came over. No wonder, these sturdy and burly female prisoners who surrounded her were so confident!

Looking up at the female prisoners, Rachel stood up and ran in the direction of the prison door. She tightened the iron window fence on the prison door and called for help loudly, "Come on! Help! Help! Help!"

Knowing that there would be no prison guards coming, she could only call for help desperately!

She was betting that Eric didn't let these female prisoners "take good care" of her, even if the possibility was slim... She still had illusions that Eric couldn't treat her so cruelly.

"Ah!!!" Rachel's hair was dragged by a woman. She lost her balance in pain, so she was dragged down on the ground by the woman.

Rachel had never been so embarrassed in her life!

In the next second, Rachel was pulled up by grabbing her hair. She was beat and kicked. She could only groan embarrassedly on the ground,

"Ouch..."

Rachel did not wait to "Eric's mercy."

She stopped shouting and let these women punch her together. There was only their cheerful laughter in her ears.

She asked for help not because she was afraid of being beaten or pain, but because she still believed in the little hope and fantasy.

Those people were tired after a while and went to bed.

Rachel was lying on the ground in pain, tears running down the corner of her eyes. Her face was muddled by the tears.

She had never been bullied by others so much. She had never been so embarrassed. All these just was because she fell in love with Eric, a man she shouldn't love!

Why did Rachel have to bear the anger and hatred from Eric when something happened to Helen?

After Helen' accident, Rachel explained to everyone around her, "I haven't harmed Helen."

No one wanted to believe it even if she tried her best to explain.

She desperately explained that it was not her who asked Helen to go to ONE Club, but Helen was curious about what "bar" was like and asked her to go to ONE Club.

In the eyes of others, she, the eldest lady of the Morris family, was open and wanton. Helen was simple, pure and timid.

How could she voluntarily ask to go to a place like a bar?

She said that the car broke down on the road, so she didn't come to ONE Club on time.

But no one believed in her. They all thought that she was quibbling. She deliberately let Helen be alone in the ONE Club, so that the group of gangsters she bribed humiliated Helen and ruined Helen' virginity.

But there was no need for Rachel to do this. Helen often said to her, "Rachel, I don't have that feeling for Mr. Eric."

If Helen was Eric's girlfriend, she would be over Eric! But Helen didn't like Eric, did she?

In everyone's eyes, Rachel was a vicious woman who did all the bad things.

These gangsters probably knew something wrong. They all were missing. Nobody knew where they hid.

It was common for murderers who had been hiding for more than ten or twenty years in an uninhabited mountains and forests. Rachel hoped that policemen could catch these gangsters quickly than anyone else.

She let her tears fall. After the incident, until the moment she went to jail, Rachel firmly believed that she was innocent and she did not commit a crime.

But now, she understood that as long as Eric thought she was guilty, she deserved to die.

All these were what Mr. Eric meant.

Rachel didn't know that there were countless "Mr. Eric's orders " waiting for her in this future prison life.

She wasn't a member of the Morris family. She had no files, no academic qualifications. She had been in jail... Eric obliterated all proofs that Rachel had existed! Today's Rachel was just Convict No. 926!

Rachel figured everything out. She hugged her knees and curled herself tighter. Eric completely obliterated the traces of her existence!

In the early morning.

"Hey, wake up. Go to wash the toilet..." A female prisoner gave Rachel a rude push, but she screamed in fright, "Ah! Dead!"

A courageous female prisoner rushed over and put her finger under Rachel's nose. It took a while before she noticed a faint breath, "Don't be noisy! She's still alive! Call the prison guard!"

Rachel was rescued back. But it was not necessarily a good thing. Endless humiliation and torture would drive people crazy and... would completely change a person.

Three years later.

The gate of the women's prison in City opened. A woman slowly walked out after a short while.

The woman looked ridiculously thin with the white dress in her. The dress was the same as that day when she was sent to the women's prison three years ago. With the dress in her, she was like putting on a big sack.

She walked slowly, step by step towards the platform more than 100 meters away. She was carrying a black plastic bag with 6 dollar and 5 cents and an ID card in it.

In the hot summer, she was walking on the gravel road. Today's temperature was at least 91.4 F. The woman walked under the sun, but she had no a drop of sweat.

There were bruises on the pale skin. Even on the face which was near the hairline, there was a scar about three centimeters in length, which was very obtrusive.

When the bus came, the woman got on the bus and carefully took out a coin from the black plastic bag and put it into the coin box of the bus.

There was no one on the bus. The driver took a look at her, and then looked away in disgust...

The people who got on the bus here were all prisoners in the prison. How could they be good people?

The woman didn't seem to see the driver's eyes. She walked to the back seat of the bus. She chose a seat to sit down, trying not to attract attention.

As the car was driving, she looked out the window along the way. . .

Three years had changed a lot.

She sneered... Yes, three years, not only the world outside the prison had changed a lot but her.

When the bus drove to a bustling area, she suddenly got a shock...

After she was released from the prison, where should she go?

Suddenly, she realized an imminent fact that she had nowhere to go.

Opened the black plastic bag, she counted the 5 dollar and five cents left in it carefully three times...What would she do in the future?

Not far from the roadside, the recruitment information attracted her attention.

"Sir, I want to get off the car. Please open the car door." Three years of jail life made her arrogance disappear. When she spoke to others, she was always lacking confidence.

The driver complained and opened the door. She thanked the driver and got out of the car.

She walked to the big picture of recruitment information. After looking for a while, her eyes fell on the words 'cleaner" and the words "bed-and- lunch free."

She had no family, no files, no education, and had been in jail... She was afraid even if she wanted to be a cleaner, the company wouldn't want her.

But... holding the only 5 dollars and five cents left in her hand tightly, she gritted her teeth and walked into this nightclub called "Royal Club".

As soon as she entered, Rachel shivered. The air-conditioning made her tremble with cold.

"Name." The woman said impatiently.

"Rachel Morris." The rough voice sounded slowly.

The gorgeous woman who was holding a pen to record the information shuddered. The gel pen in her hand almost fell off the table. She asked Rachel dissatisfiedly, "Why is your voice so terrible?"

After three years of hell life in prison, Rachel was accustomed to be lukewarm. Even if others had bluntly criticized her voice was unpleasant to ears, she still spoke slowly like a person with no temper. "It's hurt by the smoke."

The gorgeous-looking woman was slightly surprised, her inquiring eyes fell on Rachel's face, "Fire?"

"Yeah, fire." After speaking, Rachel lowered her eyelids faintly... It was just a fire caused by deliberate arson.

Seeing that Rachel didn't want to say more and was boring, the gorgeous woman frowned and said, "Tsk-tsk, Royal Club is not an ordinary entertainment club. The guests coming here are not ordinary guests."

As she spoke, she looked Rachel up and down again. She did not hide her disgust. She obviously looked down on Rachel who was like wearing a sack, and the white dress in her hadn't known how long she had worn it. The white turned yellow.

Royal Club was not a place where ordinary people could afford to have fun. Even an ordinary waitress must look good and have a hot body figure. How dare Rachel apply for a job here?

The gorgeous woman stood up, waved her hand, and refused Rachel very seriously, ˆNo, you can't work here even as a waitress."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"I'm applying for a cleaner."

The rough voice sounded dully in this small office, successfully stopping the woman's footsteps.

The woman paused, turned around, raised her eyebrows, and scanned Rachel up and down again inquisitively. She became suspicious, "I have never seen a 20-year-old girl be willing to work as a cleaner."

The youngest of cleaners here was in forties. The girl's face was ruined. She was so thin, but she was only 20 years old.

There were so many 20-year-old girls here. They were all prostitutes and barmaids! Of course, some of them were also waitresses.

She had never heard of a cleaner in 20s.

She thought this humble girl would be anxious to complain, telling her that the world was difficult and life was not easy. If Rachel really told the woman such a lot of bullshit, Rachel would be driven out immediately.

The world was difficult. There were so many stories in Royal Club that they could be published to story books which could fill a library. Who cared about the life of a stranger who met for the first time?

Unexpectedly, the rough voice said unhurriedly, "If I can be prostitute, I am willing to spread my legs and say welcome.

Before I came, I knew myself well. I didn't have the capital to be prostitutes, so I want to work as a cleaner. I just want to do what I can do."

... She was just Convict No. 926.

After entering the prison, she didn't have the right to be dignified. A self-deprecating smile appeared in Rachel's face.

The gorgeous woman was slightly surprised. She looked up and down Rachel again, walked back to the desk and picked up a pen to fill in the form. "Rachel Morris? R-a-c-h-e-l, M-o-r-r-i-s?"

"Yes"

"It shouldn't be." The woman glanced at Rachel, "If your parents give this name to you, your parents should love you very much."

Rachel's eyes were dull which was like a pool of stagnant water... Did they love her very much?

Well, maybe. If she hadn't murdered Helen viciously, if she hadn't brought the disaster to the Morris family, maybe they still loved her so much.

"I have no family." Rachel said calmly.

The gorgeous woman looked at Rachel frowningly, and then stopped asking. She stood up and said, "Okay, copy your ID card."

Standing up from the chair, stepping on the 15-centimeter high-heeled shoes towards the door, the woman suddenly stopped and turned around to warn Rachel, "Rachel, do you know why I made an exception to hire you?"

The woman didn't expect Rachel to answer. She went on to say, "Rachel, you know yourself well. . . Just do what you can do. There are so many people who are older than you, but they still don't understand this truth. They are arrogant and fighting with the fate desperately. In fact, they just have grandiose aims but puny abilities. They don't have a good understanding of themselves."

"You are willing to face yourself and understand what you can do. If a person who understands what she can do, I believe she also understands what she can't do."

Having said that, the gorgeous woman squinted her eyes, "Rachel, Royal Club is not an ordinary entertainment club."

Rachel still answered unhurriedly, "I see. My voice is awful. I won't speak casually."

The gorgeous woman nodded very satisfied. Usually, she wouldn't teach some newcomers, because those who dared to work in Royal Club must be psychologically prepared.

Unexpectedly, today she would make an exception for a cleaning lady.

Although her status in Royal Club was not low, in this blurred metropolis, which one of the rich and powerful she could offend?

After entering Royal Club, they should learn the 'rules'.

Learn to what should be said and should not be said, what should be done and should not be done.

"The manager..." Rachel was a little hard to say, "I don't have a place to live."

The gorgeous woman said, "Call me Miss Gabriella from now on," and then took out her mobile phone and made a call, 'Arno, come here. I just hired a cleaner here. You take her to the staff dormitory."

After that, she hung up the phone. She said to Rachel. "Come to work tomorrow."

Then Rachel was left here alone.

Looking at the induction report in her hand, she was relieved... Tonight, she didn't have to sleep in the street.