Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 54: Compulsion

Rachel suddenly felt it reasonable, "Oh, it turns out that you never forget your ex-girlfriend. I didn’t

expect you to be so love-struck.”

Miles shook his head, his eyes clear and innocent. "No, I was together with her when I was a teenager.

Now I can’t remember her appearance.”

"..."

Rachel felt a little embarrassed.

It turned out that this kid was still a pure and innocent virgin. Then she thought she couldn't joke with

him casually next time.

Rachel was very grateful when the waitress walker over bringing the dishes, which broke the

embarrassment. She picked up the chopsticks and said, “Let’s eat.”

After all the dishes were served, Miles stared at the dishes on the table for a long while, dumbfounded,

and then asked the waitress, “No more?”

"Sir, all the dishes you ordered are served."

"Oh, well, I see."

After the waitress left, Miles looked at Rachel, who was concentrating on eating, and joked, “Manager

Lewis, I said I’ll treat you. Why are you saving money for me? Are you looking down upon my economic

capability?”

All the dishes on the table or were light dishes made by vegetables, except one green pepper with few

shredded pork.

Was she afraid that he could not afford the bill?

Rachel gulped down her meal without raising her head, “Didn’t I tell you that I like light dishes? Plus,

you said I’m overweight, now I want to lose weight. Just eat. If you dare to say anymore, I will leave

soon.”

Miles had no choice but to give up.

When they finished the meal, it was already dark outside and Miles had to leave first. But Rachel was

not in a hurry to go home and wandered around nearby.

She was now in the center of the city, which was brightly lit and lively.

Rachel felt that it had had been a long time since she had such an opportunity to relax herself. She

walked aimlessly along the sidewalk.

Before the divorce, she always longed for the opportunity to walk side by side with Kenneth after the

meal. That might be her purest and simplest wish at that time. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But every time when they went out, they would just shop at the supermarket and had had never gone

to other places because he was very busy.

Thinking about this, Rachel felt it quite ridiculous. How could she endure such treatment for three

years?

Being a bit upset, she walked for a while absent-mindedly and was then startled by the ringing of her

phone.

"Hey, Lillian."

"Rach, where are you now?" A woman's tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I was outside."

"Are you busy?"

"No. What's the matter?" Rachel stopped.

"I just got off work. Where are you, I will go find you."

Rachel looked around and replied, "Well, but I think you should go home to have a rest, you sound very

tired.”

"No, I want to have a talk with you. Let’s meet and talk about it.”

"Okay."

Lillian hastily finished the talk and hung up the phone.

Rachel was a little worried. She sent her a location and walked into a café.

Half an hour later, a woman with delicate makeup yet a tired expression pushed open the glass door

and came in.

"Have you eaten?" Rachel stood up.

"Not yet. I didn't have any appetite." Lillian took off her coat and slumped into the chair as if all her

strengths were all drained away.

"What happened?"

Lillian had been her roommate in university and they were now good friends. Having worked hard for

several years, she had gained a firm foothold in N City and had bought her own house. She was now

living with her parents.

She was always assertive, cautious, and reasonable. She was shrewd but was not sophisticated.

Rachel seldom saw her acting like this and thought probably something had happened to Lillian.

Lillian was silent for a few seconds and beckoned to the waitress, “Is there any wine?”

"..."

This was a café. How could it serve wine?

Rachel cut in, “A glass of juice and two desserts, thanks.”

“Okay, wait a second.”

Lillian glared at her, pouting, “I want to drink.”

Rachel shot her a glance and said coldly, “I won’t buy you a drink before you tell me everything.”

Lillian glared at her. After a few seconds, she finally surrendered and pulled her curly, neat hair irritably,

“All right. I guess I must have drunk too much last night. And I slept with Quentin”

"..."

Rachel was stunned and frozen.

Before she could scream, Lillian covered her mouth in a calm manner.

Rachel glared at her and took her hand away, and then asked seriously, “What did you do?”

“I was drunk last night. How could you expect me to push him away?”

"..."

Rachel calmed herself down. "What did he say?"

Rachel also knew Quentin Barnes. He was the supervisor of Lillian and was having an affair with

Lillian. But none of them had confessed his/her love to the other although it was quite obvious,

probably because they were in the same company.

Lillian was a little embarrassed, "I ran away before he waked up and have been evaded him all day

long. I haven’t seen him today.”

“Why are you so naïve? Undoubtedly you’ll meet later, who are you going to do?” Rachel furrowed her

eyebrows.

Lillian pulled a long face, “I haven’t figured it out. Aya, WTF, why am I acting like a coward. I just slept

with him, why am I acting like I’m a pure and innocent virgin?”

Rachel was speechless and the said seriously, “Do you still have the mood to make a joke? It’s good if

he’ll be your boyfriend. But if he denies to have slept with you last night, how will you treat him?”

Lillian pouted in grievance, “It has nothing to do with him. I’m the cause. Maybe it’s because I’ve drunk

much last night, and I pulled him, refusing to let him go…”

Rachel was choked.

She remembered that Lillian had told her that she was quite into Quentin, yet she was not sure about

his feelings for her.

Lillian suddenly thought of something and became worried, “Rach, will he view me as a promiscuous

girl and then look down upon me?”

"..."

Rachel was angered yet amused by her words, and said contemptuously, “Do you mean that you were

drunk last night and forced him to sleep with you.”

Lillian nodded vigorously.

“Was he bound that he couldn’t move, or was he drunk? Is it possible that a strong man was compelled

by a weak woman? Although he has some feelings for you, do you think it appropriate for him to take

advantage of your drunkenness? Why are you into such a man?”

“I…” Lillian was choked and couldn’t say something to argue for him. She bit her lips and finally

squeezed the sentence, “I don’t remember… things happened last night.”

She totally forgot who the initiator was. But they did have sex last night – she could figure it out through

the soreness of her body and the pain in her private part.

Rachel was also stumped. She rubbed her eyebrows while thinking about what they should do next.

Then she suddenly thought of something and asked in low voice, “Did you take the pill.”