Stuck in you

Chapter 218 Out Of Danger

The little girl, who stood next to her mother, was actually secretly watching Rachel. The young mother lowered her head and gently stroked her daughter's face. "Baby, say hello," she whispered.

The little girl hesitated a bit before staring up at the woman. She shyly waved her hand. "Hi."

Rachel smiled back. "Hi. it's nice to meet you."

The elevator finally arrived at the respective floor.

As she was about to go out, she heard the little girl asking her curiously, "Are you shooting a TV series?"

Rachel glanced at the gown she was wearing. She bit back a laugh and shook her head. "No. I wore this because I have to."

She wasn't part of a TV series. In fact, her reality was much more exciting than any series that she had watched.

Every time she attended a banquet, something bad would happen.

She decided to make some preparations before she went to the next banquet.

The last time she attended a banquet, she was trapped in the fire. This time, though, was different. She was not the one who was in danger, but the man.

She couldn't help but feel lucky and scared at the same time. If she weren't on the second floor, the man could've died.

The little girl eyed Rachel's beautiful gown with admiration glinting in her eyes.

She turned and whispered something in her mother's ear.

"Yes." Her mother nodded and patted the young girl's head.

Jack looked for Rachel everywhere, but he still couldn't find her. He was already dripping with anxiety. His wife wouldn't have left without saying a word.

But even as he searched for every crook and cranny of the mansion, he still didn't know where she had gone to.

Jack's heart sank. Without giving up, he decided to ask the waiters. However, he only got negative answers.

After a while, a waiter happened to come over with a woman's purse and cellphone. When Jack glanced his way, he realized that that was Rachel's purse.

He frowned. "Excuse me. Can I have a look at that purse?" he asked.

The waiter was stunned as he handed the purse to Jack. "Sir, is this yours?"

Jack didn't answer. Instead, he carefully looked at the purse's contents. It was indeed Rachel's.

The waiter then handed him the phone. "I found this with the purse, sir."

Jack's eyes darkened and his fingers tightened around the phone. "Where did you find them?" he demanded lowly.

The waiter was frightened by his sudden change of behavior. He scratched the back of his neck uneasily. "I found them on the second floor."

The purse was obviously a woman's. And yet the waiter was stupid enough to ask again,

"Are they yours, sir?"

"These are my wife's. Please take me to the place you picked them up." NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The man that was sent to the hospital was Bill Huo, and the old man who followed him there was actually his butler.

The butler, who was an old man, busied himself by filling out all the important hospital forms.

Rachel found a nurse and wanted to borrow her phone to call Jack, but she couldn't remember his number.

The only numbers she remembered were Lea's and Eric's, but when she tried to call them, neither of them answered.

The nurse noticed that she didn't look so well.

"Do you need any help?" she asked.

Rachel thought for a while before shaking her head.

She didn't bring any money with her, but that was fine.

Rachel handed her back the phone. "No. Thank you."

She didn't know if the man was all right or not. That was when something came to her mind.

Was Bill Huo a guest? If he was, why was he escorted out of the villa so silently?

He couldn't be a family member because the last time Jack told her about the host, she knew for a fact that the host's last name wasn't Huo.

Then again, it could be possible that the man was a relative. Suddenly, his butler approached her, knocking her out of her thoughts.

He had been holding tons of documents in his hands. He was so happy that he could burst into tears at any given moment.

"Thank you, miss! Thank you so much!"

Rachel waved her hand dismissively. This was her job. There was no need to thank her.

"Without you, Bill wouldn't have been saved," he stuttered out, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

Rachel smiled.

"You're too kind. I just happen to be at the right place at the right time. Anyone else who would've encountered such a problem would help," she said before pausing.

"By the way, have you contacted his family?"

The old man stopped wiping the tears on his face as he had an embarrassed expression on his face.

"I haven't..." he stuttered before looking at her pleadingly. "Please, miss, do you mind if you watch over him for a second? I have to go through all the formalities. Can you take care for him even if just for a while. I'll be back soon."

Afraid that she might turn him down, he added, "It will only be just a moment. I'll come up as soon as I finish all these procedures."

Seeing that the man was practically drowning with his work, she knew that she had no other choice but to help him.

When Rachel agreed,

the old man was so happy that he could've jumped for joy.

In the ward, Bill Huo's life was finally saved.

Although the man was still very weak and pale, his condition was already stable.

The red spots were still present along his skin, making his face look swollen and deformed.

There was also a piercing mark on the side of his neck. Rachel pursed his lips as she stared at the man's poor condition. At this point, she didn't know what caused such a reaction.

Pulling a chair, she sat beside him and observed his face

while his butler ran over to the other end of the corridor to file some documents.

Although his face was red and puffy, she still found him incredibly familiar.

'Have we met before?' she thought.

She blinked, gazing at his face carefully.

He looked nothing out of the ordinary.

If Bill knew of what she was thinking, he would've spat out blood.

He was handsome. How dare she call him ordinary!

Rachel leaned back contemplating on another problem.

She didn't know whether or not Jack knew of her absence.

Since her phone and purse weren't with her, how could he know where she was?

The old man kept to his word. He arrived within the next fifteen minutes.

"Thank you so much, miss. May I know your name?"

The old man was surprisingly gentle.

Hearing his gratitude, Rachel rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "You don't have to thank me, you know. My last name is Shen."

"Miss Shen, thank you very much! Could you give me your phone number? I'll let him know when Bill wakes up. He can thank you in person."

Rachel thought that this must be too much for her. It was merely a coincidence. She didn't meant to run into the man.

However, for others, what she had done was a big deal.

Although Rachel understand what he was trying to say, she didn't really need it.

"It's really not a big deal." She smiled. "Actually, do you mind if I ask for a favor?"

Hearing this, the butler bowed his head. "Of course. Anything."

"Do you know the host of the banquet in the villa? Could you call him for me?"

On the other hand, Jack was talking with Emma. "I saw her go upstairs," Emma said dryly. She stared at Jack carefully, afraid that she might cross him.

She heard that he was looking for his wife, so she came to have a look.

It seemed that his wife was actually missing.

Emma didn't really know what was going on. All she knew was that Jack kept a low profile as he looked around for his wife.

A part of her thought that Rachel must have heard them spoke ill of

her—that it might be a reason that she walked out.

So all she said was that she had seen her before.

Jack's eyes were like blades poking through her skin. Emma couldn't help but take a step back.

After some hesitation, she was finally able to control herself. "I saw her going upstairs, but I don't know if she came back down or not."

She had initially intended to apologize to Rachel.

She had caught sight of Rachel talking to someone.

Not daring to get close to her, Emma simply watched from the sidelines.

At that time, Emma thought that maybe Rachel didn't hear what they were talking about.

If she took the initiative to apologize to her, then she might dig herself an even bigger hole.

Just as she was hesitating, Rachel had already walked away.

Even then, Emma still didn't know whether the woman had heard them or not.