Unexpected Encounter: A Second Chance at Love

The first open threat of his life came from two tiny harmless women.

Andrew found it funny and amusing at the same time but he did not dare to laugh or even smile at them. He knew how important both of them were to Rachael, pissing them off would definitely bring him no good. And moreover he had a feeling that in the future both of them would definitely be helpful and come in handy.

Trying to keep a straight face, he nodded. "I understand. I will not give you both a chance to kick my a*ss or end my bloodline."

Satisfied with his answer, Emma and Tina smiled.

"Don't be too scared, we are very friendly people."

"Yeah and we hate violence until it's necessary," Tina added.

Just then Rachael came down.

"Well, your friend is here now so I'll take my leave." He got up. "You guys should visit often."

"Ahh you shouldn't have said that," Tina sighed. "Now you will see us here every other day."

"As long as my wife doesn't have a problem, I don't." Andrew looked at Rachael and smiled before walking upstairs.

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing important," Emma shrugged. "We were just having a normal conversation with our best friend's husband."

"Normal conversation? When has a conversation which involves both of you ever been normal?" Rachael remarked. She then sat beside them. "Don't be rude to him or say something inappropriate, okay?"

Emma placed her hand on her chest and gasped, "Look at you already taking your husband's side and being mean to us."

"I am not taking anyone's side, I am just asking you to be good to him."

"You are taking his side," Tina exclaimed. "Let me tell you one things Rachael Watson, boyfriends and husbands will come and go, only friends stay forever."

…..

[An hour later]

After Emma and Tina left, Rachael went to the study room to look for Andrew. She had told him she would help him with the unopened boxes in his study room.

When she entered the room, Andrew had already started unboxing. All the things from a couple of boxes were now scattered on his desk and he was busy segregation them.

"They left?" he asked without lifting his head.

"Hmm." She picked up a box from the floor and kept it on the desk. "Where will the things from this box go?"

"That depends on what is inside," he answered. "Open it."

Rachael took off the tape securing the box and the first thing her eyes landed on was very unexpected.

Lying on the top of the box was a golden silver invitation card. How could she not recognise it? Having no idea how to react, she stood there without moving.

"What happened?" He noticed the change in her composure.

She shook her head and quickly closed the box. This is when her eyes landed on the big 'Personal' label on the box. "T-This is your personal stuff, you should open it later."

"There is nothing so personal there." He then glanced inside the box and frowned when he saw the invitation card. Without saying anything he took it out and tossed it in the trash can. "There are many useless things in here."

Contemplating for a while, Rachael asked, "S-So you were invited to the wedding?" When he nodded, she sighed. So her now husband had received an invitation to her wedding with her ex-boyfriend, could life embarrass her any more? She clearly remembered how crazy she had acted on that day. Now when she thought of it, she felt so stupid and naïve.

If Andrew had attended the wedding, he had definitely witnessed everything.

"But I couldn't make it," he remarked.

"Oh." She felt a little better knowing he didn't physically attend it.

"Remember in the morning you told me anger makes you age faster?" When she nodded, he walked towards her. "Even overthinking makes you age faster and also gives you a headache." He then lightly flicked her forehead. "So stop overthinking, en?"

Rubbing her forehead, she frowned, "Hey, that hurt."

"What? I barely touched it," he chuckled.

Without saying anything, she tiptoed and flicked his forehead.

"Ouch—" he winced in pain. "Now that really hurt."

"What? I barely touched it," she grinned before taking a couple of steps back.

"Where are you trying to run away?" He took a step towards her.

"Not running." She took another step back.

"You know you are dead, right?"

"Only if you catch me," she exclaimed before running out of the study room.

Without wasting any time, he started chasing her.

…..

[Bedroom]

"Alright, be good and let me flick you ones," he stated. "Then we will be equal."

"No—your fingers are big, it will hurt." She moved further away from him.

"I will do it lightly," he tried to assure her. When she kept moving away, he said, "If you voluntarily give up, I'll spare you with a light flick. But if I catch you, I won't be that generous."

When he started approaching her, Rachael ran towards the door. But before she could take a couple of steps, Andrew grabbed her waist.

"Now I won't be generous."

"This is cheating." She started struggling in his embrace. "Let me go."

"Not without my flick."

Rachael tried to free herself from his embrace by his grip around her waist was quite strong. Tired from all the struggling, she finally decided to give in.

"Be gentle." She then squeezed her eyes shut and clutched onto his t-shirt with her left hand.

The adorable expression on her face made Andrew smile. Her face was slightly flushed because of all the running and chasing. She was squeezing her eyes shut so tightly that there were lines on her forehead. She looked like a small little kitten in his arms. How could he possibly punish her when she looked so cute and beautiful?

He gently removed a strand of hair from her face and pressed his lips on her forehead…..

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