Unexpected Encounter: A Second Chance at Love

Without saying anything, Rachael took the napkin from Arina's hand. She then turned towards Andrew and helped him wipe the liquid off his arms.

"Arina, what did you do?" Roma frowned. "You ruined Andrew's shirt and pants, why are you so careless?"

"I-I am sorry aunt." Arina was on the verge of crying.

"Roma, don't scold her, it was just a mistake," Michael stopped his sister.

Roma Watson Griffin was Michael's younger sister. At the young age of eighteen, she had eloped with someone who did not belong to their social circle.

Her husband, Francis Griffin, was a professor in college and their son, Joshua Griffin worked in Russia as a relief worker.

"I am very sorry," Arina looked at Andrew and apologised. Before he could say anything, she quickly added, "Let me clean the shirt and pant for you. I—"

"There is no need for that Arina," Rachael was the one who answered. "I am here for that."

"But—"

"It's okay, it's just a little spill," Andrew replied. "Please don't worry about it."

When Rachael stepped away from him, he stretched his other hand. "Here too—" When she glared at him, he smiled at her.

"Rachael, take Andrew upstairs and help him change," Reeta remarked. "I'll ask someone to bring your suitcase upstairs."

Rachael nodded and started walking towards the stairs while Andrew followed her behind.

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[Rachael's Room]

As soon as they entered the room, Rachael took out a white shirt from her wardrobe and gave it to him. "Wear this, it's George's shirt."

Without waiting for his reply, she added, "I'll get you a pair of pants from his room—" But before she could walk away, Andrew grabbed her wrist.

"What is it?" she asked with a straight face.

"Hi—" He grinned at her as he caressed her wrist.

Without saying anything, she removed his hand and walked out of the room.

After she left, Andrew sighed and helplessly shook his head. He had given her a cold shoulder and now she was doing the same.

"Seems fair," He shrugged and mumbled as he started unbuttoning his shirt. In the meantime, he was already thinking of the multiple ways he could use to coax his angry wife.

When someone knocked at the door, he asked whoever it was to come in as he assumed it was one of the helpers who was dropping his suitcase. But to his surprise, it was someone else.

"I—"

When he heard a female voice, he quickly turned around only to find Arina standing near the door with two glasses of orange juice on the tray.

"I brought this for you and Rachael," Arina said as she walked inside and placed the tray on the bed.

Without waiting for him to say anything, she added, "I am sorry for ruining your clothes. I should have been more careful."

"That's your third or fourth apology already," Rachael remarked as she walked inside. "How many times are you planning to do it?"

"I—"

Cutting her off, Rachael said, "You don't have to make such a big fuss about it. It's just a pair of clothes, it's not the only one he owns. He has many."

Andrew did not say anything, he just silently stood behind Rachael. By now, it wasn't hard for him to guess that she wasn't very fond of Arina. And she also didn't intend to hide her feelings.

"Andrew has to change, you should go."

After being told off, Arina quickly walked out of the room.

"Such a b*itch—" Rachael scoffed as she locked the door.

"You don't seem to like her," Andrew chuckled.

Crossing her arms in the front, she raised her brows. "Why? Do you want me to like her? Or do you like her?"

Andrew: " "

"Trying to flirt with my husband right under my roof," she sneered. "She is seriously something."

Arina Dravis was Roma's late sister-in-law's daughter. After her mother's death, she had been staying with Roma and her family.

Though Arina tried to act innocent in front of everyone, there was no one who did not know her real behaviour and character. In fact, she had been trying very hard to get George's attention for a long time now.

​ "Maybe she wasn't—" Andrew swallowed the rest of his words when she glared at him. Since everyone knew he was Rachael's husband, he assumed Arina would never do anything inappropriate. But he did not dare to say it out loud for peace and harmony.

Shoving the pants in his arms, she said, "Go change—"

As she was about to walk away, Andrew wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. "I am sorry," he apologised as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "I was wrong, I should have listened to your explanation before behaving that way."

"Let go." When he tightened his grip around her waist, Rachael pursed her lips. "Why are you apologising all of a sudden? You should just continue staying mad."

"If I knew that you already felt that way for me, I would have never reacted this way." He pressed his lips on her shoulder and grinned, "You should have confessed earlier."

"Who said that I feel anything different for you?" She tried to slap his hand away.

He didn't say anything, he just buried his face on her back and chuckled.

When she felt his warm breath on her skin, Rachael felt very flustered as her heart rammed against her chest. They had been fighting for less than a week but she already craved and missed his touch. But she also didn't wish to give in to her lewd desires and forgive him immediately.

"I wanted to see you so I quickly finished work and rushed back immediately, I am very tired," he complained. "I am very tired."

"Change and take some rest first, I'll make something for you to eat."

Andrew did not argue, he obediently nodded. He was really very exhausted. After Rachael left Paris after their big fight, he wanted to follow her home immediately but he couldn't as the official signing of the new endorsement was still pending. So all he could do was, finish all the work as quickly as possible and take the earliest flight home.

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