His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1270 Chaperone

Suddenly, a dim light squeezing through the warehouse door caught Rachel's attention. She was the

only one who had noticed it since she was facing the exit. The light was as weak as the one that

fireflies gave off. The next second, it was gone.

Having been tormented by Miranda, Rachel became more paranoid. Even the dim light rekindled her

desire to survive. 'Am I imagining things now? Is there someone out there? If I scream for help, will

someone come to my rescue? She is going to kill me anyway. So I might as well wait for an opportunity

and give it a shot, ' she brooded.

Noticing that Rachel was slightly absentminded, Miranda was pissed off. Looking down at Rachel, she

said superciliously, "You know what? I'm going to tape your mouth because you might not be able to

endure the pain and cry out. Although I'm sure that no one will hear you in this remote place, to hear

you make any noises will definitely upset me."

She then signaled to Danny to get her a scotch tape. Rachel somehow gathered up some courage and

screamed for help in the direction of the door. "Help! Anyone! Help me!" she shouted. Panicked, Danny

hurried to tape her mouth shut.

Even though Miranda and Danny didn't believe that anyone would show up, they still turned around to

look at the door fearing that someone might ruin their plan. But the door remained shut. Silence filled

the air. There was no doubt that no one could find them in this deserted place.

Rachel's actions reminded Miranda that she should take down the hostage right now, in case any

emergency happened. Miranda picked up a fruit knife and approached Rachel slowly. As the sharp

edge of the knife reflected a dazzling light in the darkness, Rachel shook her head with infinite Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

trepidation. She wanted to move backward but she couldn't move an inch since terror had seized her.

She tried to scream but to no avail for her mouth was taped. Closing her eyes, she accepted her fate

as tears rushed down her cheeks.

At that moment, they heard a noise from outside. It sounded like someone was approaching. Surprise

came upon them as a loud kick hit the door and it swung open. With a terrified expression, Miranda and

Danny turned around to check what was going on. Before Danny could do anything to stop the intruder,

the latter kicked him hard in the stomach and he fell on the ground. Miranda tightened her grip on the

knife but that didn't help. It took the unexpected visitor less than half a minute to snatch the weapon

from her hand.

Now empty-handed, Miranda was overwhelmed by tremendous fear. There was only one thought in her

head—she needed to escape from that place as soon as possible. Ignoring Danny who still hadn't

recovered from his shock, she ran swiftly towards the open door and never looked back. The door

slammed with a loud thud, bringing Danny back to his senses. He jumped to his feet and made his

escape.

Overjoyed on how things turned out, Rachel finally opened her eyes and lifted her head as Bernard

came into her view. In her eyes, he was like a hero who appeared out of nowhere. His presence made

her feel safe. She was overwhelmed with the joy of survival.

Rachel threw herself into Bernard's arms involuntarily. She cried her heart out to vent out all her fear

and sadness. With a heartbroken look on his face, Bernard pulled her closer to his chest and caressed

her hair in the hope of comforting her.

Had he come a minute later, he might not be able to see Rachel again. He felt relieved to come to her

aid in time, otherwise, he would live with guilt and torment for the rest of his life. The thought that he

might lose Rachel forever sent shivers down his spine. As he became aware that he now held her in

his arms, his heart pumped rapidly. He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

After a long while, Rachel regained her composure. Looking bashful, she let go of Bernard, and looked

up at him with gratitude in her eyes.

Bernard stared at the teary-eyed lady in front of him. Something about her still stirred up the surge of

desire to have her under his protection. He wiped off the tear stains near her eyes, and unconsciously

he lowered his head and kissed her.

Rachel closed her eyes. She didn't refuse his rude action, perhaps because he had just saved her life,

and she wanted to seek solace.

His kiss was soft, as he cherished her very much. He tried to control himself. He did not want to make

her feel uncomfortable. Rachel gradually indulged herself in the kiss. Taking time on how his lips

worked out on hers, she fell for him for a moment.

When the two walked out of the deserted depot, Bernard's face was as red as a tomato. Good thing it

was dark outside, so Rachel didn't notice that he blushed.

"Thank you for helping me out. If it weren't for you, I might have died. Thank you, Bernard!" she said

between sobs.

She shuddered at the thought of what she had been through. Never in her life did she imagine herself

going through such a situation.

"I'm glad that I came here just in time. I couldn't imagine my life without you. Perhaps now is not a good

time, but I want to let you know that I love you. If you would just give me a chance, I would protect you

for the rest of my life." Bernard proclaimed his love for her on impulse.

"I'm sorry. I can't give you a reply right now. My mind is a mess. I will think it over and tell you my

decision another time, all right?"

Bernard's sudden confession took Rachel by great surprise. She knew that Bernard had a crush on

her, but she thought he was too shy to confess his love to her face to face. Today's confession never

ran across her mind. 'Perhaps he did this because he was afraid of the thought of losing me forever, '

she assumed.

Bernard drove Rachel to her condo. The ride was long and quiet, as neither of them uttered anything

while on the road. As they arrived at their destination and stepped out of the car, they found themselves

facing each other in silence without any intention of going their separate ways. It was a starry night.

The soft night breeze blew, spreading the pleasant scent of gardenia. At this point, the peaceful

atmosphere filled the two.

"I'm going to the police station tomorrow to submit the evidence which could prove that Lance's wife is

the murderer. Can you come with me, Bernard? I hope you can join me," Rachel said sweetly.

Bernard nodded in agreement. Even if Rachel hadn't brought it up, he would have offered to

accompany her to the police station. "Get inside and have some rest," he suggested. "If anything

happens, call me." Just as he said it, it suddenly occurred to him that Rachel's cell phone was broken.

Without thinking twice, he reached out to his pocket, got his phone and handed it to her.

"I completely forgot that your phone doesn't work. Well, you can use mine for now. We can go get

yourself a new one tomorrow," he added. As soon as Rachel opened the door, he pushed her inside,

waved to her and took off.

Fixing her eyes at his receding tall figure, Rachel suddenly felt slightly upset. 'He is so tall and has

broad shoulders. It seems like he can protect me from harm, ' she thought.

Rachel took a shower and threw herself onto the bed. After tonight's narrow escape, she thought that

she might have trouble finding sleep. But to her surprise, she dozed off as soon as she closed her

eyes.