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.