Too Pure To Love

"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."