When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 804: What Happened?

Rachel Sherman quickly got up, bent over in front of him, "I’m here, I’m here..."

She looked at him with concern, his features handsome, his expression slightly pained. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Rachel’s voice was soft, "Chase..." afraid to startle him, "Chase, I’m here." Seeing him drunk and injured like this, she felt really heartbroken.

The man slowly raised his hand and wrapped it around her waist. Rachel gently leaned onto him, pressing her cheek lightly against his chest, reaching out to hold him.

Chase Fletcher felt assured, as Rachel did not ask him what actually happened.

At this moment, she just wanted him to get some good sleep.

After a while...

"Chase, how about I help you to bed?" Rachel gently leaned against his warm chest, speaking to him, "It’s more comfortable to sleep on the bed, this sofa is too narrow."

He didn’t speak, just held her motionless, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Rachel gently removed his hand, sat up, then grabbed his shoulder to pull him up forcefully, "Chase, you can’t sleep on the sofa, you’ll fall off."

Chase Fletcher, dazed and struggling, staggered to his feet, once again losing balance and holding onto Rachel.

He had really drunk a lot, his steps a bit unsteady, but his mind was quite clear; he was at Rachel’s home.

"Careful." The woman firmly supported him, leading him step by step towards the guest bedroom.

With difficulty, she helped him to the bed and said to him, "Lie down first, I’ll get a basin of water to wash your face, it’ll feel a bit more comfortable."

"Rachel, I want...some water." He closed his eyes, his throat parched and unbearably dry.

"Alright, right away."

She hurriedly went out and brought in the warm glass of water, and once inside, she helped him sit up again.

"Careful." After feeding him the water, she turned to bring a basin of water, wrung out a towel to wipe his face and hands.

To make sure he slept comfortably, Rachel even washed Chase Fletcher’s feet.

When she had helped him dry his feet, adjusted his position, and covered him with a blanket, the weary Chase had already drifted into sleep.

Rachel stood at the bedside for a long time, looking at the injured hand wrapped in gauze outside the blanket, feeling very sad.

After who knows how long, she finally bent down, picked up the basin of water, and turned to leave.

Returning to her own bedroom, she lay sideways next to her daughter, unable to sleep for a long time; it was already two in the morning.

She pondered, what happened tonight?

Why did Chase drink so much? Why was he injured? He was someone who managed his emotions well.

Was it because of her, did he confront his family?

Rachel was a sensitive woman, especially after the divorce, her inner self felt very fragile. If Chase had fallen out with his family because of her, she would feel extremely apologetic.

She loved him, she certainly hoped he could be well, even if it meant ultimately losing him...

Thinking about it, tears involuntarily rolled down, soaking the pillow, suddenly feeling a lot of pressure inside.

Finally, when morning came, Rachel didn’t even know if she truly slept, almost felt like she hadn’t. She kept worrying about Chase, yet it also seemed like she had slept as she had a hazy dream about him.

At eight in the morning, Chase Fletcher woke up, his eyes opened on the bed, his brows lightly furrowed, reaching out to press his forehead, his mind a bit fragmented, his body somewhat sore.

After a while, he lifted the blanket and sat up, discovering his palm wrapped in gauze, injured?

Scenes from the bar last night began to surface in his mind, too chaotic to remember the details, but he knew he was at Rachel’s home, and also knew he had taken a cab to find her.