Chapter 117: Dangerous Games

[Chapter 117: Dangerous Games]

"You bastard." Rachel gently bit Charlie on the shoulder and tilted her head up with force. "Hmph, you terrible man, how could you really leave me to someone else? Do you want me to say it? You're a twisted poison, and I've got this hopeless love-hate deal with you. I was planning to stay far away, but you just had to keep torturing me by showing up in my life. Since I can't resist, I'm throwing out my pride and dignity, deciding to love you this way, so humbly, for the rest of my life!"

Rachel spoke each word deliberately, her voice soft and sultry, her expressions alternated between shy anger, madness, and fascination.

Charlie's scalp tingled more and more as he listened, and by the last sentence, he was covered in goosebumps, feeling like Death itself was beckoning his soul.

Damn it! This woman was really crazy, holy shit! This was terrifying! Was she really that fragile mentally? Was there anyone more nervous than me in this world? Could this sickness be contagious? Man, she was frighteningly deranged. She was trying to wear down my heart drop by drop!

Dangerous game?

Charlie took a deep breath, exhaled hard, and wiped his non-existent sweat off his forehead theatrically. "Oh, is that so? You scared me. Actually, I do have a possessive side and take my career seriously!"

"Ha, really?" Rachel smiled a little mockingly. "Then, do you accept me?"

"Why not? Who could refuse a cute and obedient little kitten like you?" Charlie laughed heartily, lifted Rachel up in his arms. "At 26, you're one of the rare beauties with skin and figure still in great shape. I've only had you for three months -- how could that be enough? You even still have a bit of baby fat. By the way, you seem a bit chubbier than before."

Bastard, how many women have you even seen?

Rachel wanted to bite Charlie's neck veins, but instead feigned embarrassment and punched him gently. "So annoying! I weigh about 120 pounds. You're the one who's really gained weight -- your abs are all blurry now!"

"Uh, I've had a lot of social activities lately. I'm still growing, actually," Charlie said sheepishly, then playfully poked at her. "Hey, don't be mad, honey, I'm complimenting you. A little curvy is more charming; you used to be too bony and sharp!"

"Heehee, really? Then I'll... oh, ahha..."

"Bang!"

The door slammed as Charlie flicked his wrist.

...

They spent half the day together, fully awake, deeply communicating and discussing grand topics like world peace.

By evening, they called room service and ordered a big feast.

Then, leaning on each other, they got into the car and headed back to the Westin Hotel.

At Charlie's door, Rachel looked tired but her skin was rosy, eyes gleaming as she teased, "Am I staying in your room tonight?"

Charlie, sleepy-eyed and red-eyed, yawning continuously, waved his hands, "No, I'm beat. I didn't get much rest yesterday. Can we talk about the universe and peace some other day? I really need a good sleep!"

He closed the door quickly, looking worried.

Damn, were my suspicions wrong? This woman might actually want to drag me down, burning out my youth?

Rachel stared at the door, squinting for a long moment, then giggled playfully. Yawning, she held her head high and strutted to her own room.

...

Charlie went straight to sleep without even showering.

He slept a full twelve hours and got up at eight the next morning, feeling refreshed and energetic.

After freshening up, Uncle Lamont and a waiter brought breakfast to the room.

They ate shrimp, bread, and eggs while Uncle Lamont said, "Yesterday at noon, I called Patrick about what you told me. Later, I contacted Vernon. He said he'll keep an eye on Rachel's situation."

"Mm," Charlie nodded slightly, acknowledging.

As a bastard, he clearly wouldn't devote all his energy to a woman. Rachel was an interesting spice in life.

While playing dangerous games with her, Charlie was also serious about work. He asked Uncle Lamont to tell Patrick to arrange contact with Martin to ensure Chicago wouldn't fall into others' hands.

Then he cautiously arranged Vernon to monitor Rachel, fully living up to his bastard reputation.

If Rachel knew all this, she'd be discouraged. Fighting a cold-hearted man like this meant she had a long road ahead.

...

In fact, she was about to find out.

After breakfast, they quickly packed and took the hotel car to the airport.

In the car, Rachel leaned on Charlie's shoulder. Her acting was excellent, fully like a woman in love, though it was a twisted love. "Honey, how are you going to handle Vera? Are you still in touch with her?"

"Like I said, no matter what she thinks, I'll make it up to her. I'm a good man -- I arranged a top agent at CAA for her and promised her a great movie project. Once I become a famous film company boss, would actresses really just love me for me?"

Rachel pursed her lips quietly. "Will she agree?"

"That's your job. Go convince her." Charlie said matter-of-factly, then suddenly lowered his head, smiling at Rachel. "Oh, and in a month, I want a physical check-up report from you!"

Rachel was stunned. "Why?"

"I need to make sure there's no little life inside you!"

Rachel's expression darkened, but seconds later she smiled brightly. "Okay, you bastard."

Charlie laughed in his heart.

This woman was improving quickly; even hearing that, she could suppress her anger.

But she still needed progress -- she should immediately agree begrudgingly. That would be the mindset of a woman trapped in twisted love.

These two bastards fought back and forth.

...

Meanwhile, poor Vera was still at the theater, struggling inwardly with suddenly enthusiastic colleagues.

When she got a third call from the CAA agent, she finally mustered all her strength in her tiny rented room and replied, "Okay, I think I can sign."

...

Charlie and company flew over three hours to Calgary that day.

He refused the production team's offer to pick them up; Uncle Lamont arranged the schedule, and they left directly in a hotel limousine.

The Wrong Turn project was very important to Corleone Studios! It marked the company's entry into its growth phase.

So Charlie rushed to the set before quitting time.

Jason Trumm and some advertisers had arranged to meet there as well.

Their car stopped at the outskirts of Park City, and after getting out, Rachel thoughtfully put a cotton hat on Charlie.

"Hey, Charlie! Long time no see!" Jason and some crew members greeted warmly, exhaling steaming breath.

Charlie smiled in return, then noticed Bob Weinstein in the crowd, frowning slightly.

What was that guy doing here?

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