A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 838 Is this Considered an Invitation?

Since the investigation was still ongoing, everyone returned back to their work.

When it was time to get off work, no need evidence was uncovered, so the case was at a stalemate.

By nine at night, Marcel sent everyone home.

Of course, Marcel drove Rae back home.

Rae had been working overtime and almost never went home by herself, so she had no idea who the stalker was, nor did she have time to investigate.

As Marcel dropped Rae off at her apartment complex, he kindly reminded her, “This complex is too full of people from all walks of life. You should move out as soon as you can!”

Rae knew he was right; even Raphael had said so more than once.

“Thanks for the reminder, I’ve been thinking about it!”

“Where do you want to move to?” Marcel asked; there was a tiredness in his voice, evidence that he had been quite busy these past couple of days as well.

“Not sure yet!” She didn’t even have the time to go house hunting.

“How about Century Paradise!” He suggested.

Rae paused in surprise; was this considered an invitation?

From her supervisor?

To live in the same neighborhood?

She was a bit touched.

Her heart was beating rapidly.

She thought a while, then finally said, “After this project is done. I haven’t had time to go look for a new place yet. It’s getting late, you should head back as well, Marcel!”

Marcel nodded and didn’t say anymore.

After she bid him goodnight, Rae turned around, as Marcel started up the car engine.

He only drove about fifty meters before he parked to the curb.

As soon as Rae put her key into the keyhole, the door across from her apartment opened.

“Back home?” A man said from behind her, which gave her quite a scare. She turned around quickly and saw Raphael.

His tall figure leaned by the door arch. He had on a casual shirt, with two of the buttons undone, which revealed his slender neck and tanned skin. He had a laidback, devilish air about him, which was actually quite charming.

Rae knew quite well that Raphael was quite a man. If she didn’t have someone she liked already, she’d probably have fallen for him.

He was quite a rare catch, always admired by others. Rae actually admired him quite a bit!

Looking at him standing in the apartment opposite from hers in his chilled manner, Rae was a bit at a loss for words. “Raphael, did you seriously move here?”

“Yeah!” Raphael shrugged and leaned back, revealing a path, “Wanna come take a look?!”

Rae walked over and glanced around from the entrance, then shook her head, “No, it’s too late. I’ve been quite busy lately. When I’m not so busy later on, I’ll give you a proper housewarming.”

“Sure!” Raphael smiled at her; he didn’t insist, “Well then, good night!”

“Night!” Rae smiled and turned around.

Raphael looked as she entered her place, smiled at him, and then shut the door. Then he headed inside his apartment and shut the door. The night was incredibly long.

In the distance, the man sitting in the car leaned against the car window and lit a cigarette.

Once the cigarette had almost burned to an end, he extinguished it and picked up his phone to call Rae.

At this moment, Rae had just changed shoes and was getting ready to take a shower. She was half undressed when the phone rang. She hurried to pick up the call, but slightly froze in place when she saw it was Raphael’s personal private number.

Why was he calling her at this time?

She pursed her lips, then picked up the call, “Hello, Raphael!”

“Are you home yet?” Marcel had such a unique voice, filled with a hint of mystery, which was quite seductive.

Rae’s senses tightened, and she managed to utter, “Yeah, home!”

Then there was silence for a while; no one said anything.

Rae waited patiently and listened to the sound of the man’s deep breathing on the other end of the phone. Rae’s hands started to get sweaty for some reason.

After what felt like an eternity, he said, “Alright, good night!”

“Oh! Good night!” Rae instinctively replied.

She felt that Marcel called for a reason, but if he wouldn’t say, then she didn’t want to chase him to answer. She didn’t know how to ask, but she was filled with confusion.

After she hung up, Rae subconsciously had a large smile on her face.

She took a shower and put on a face mask, then laid down. She thought she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but she actually slept quite well straight until the morning.

Around six thirty in the morning, she headed downstairs to buy breakfast, only to find Raphael standing at the front door, which startled her, “Why are you standing here?”

“Here’s breakfast!” Raphael swung a bag he had in held.

Soy milk and doughnuts.

Rae let him enter, “Alright, my treat tomorrow!”

Today, she’d just eat his breakfast, no need to buy more!

She also planned to tell it to him straight to stop it with these actions!

It wasn’t his first time here, so he was quite familiar with the layout of her place. He headed to grab some utensils and set them on the dining table.

Rae just sat there and didn’t do anything.

As they began to eat breakfast.

“Raphael, aren’t you busy with work lately?” Rae asked, “You’re the boss of a company yet you’re loitering around here rather than managing your business. What’ll others think if they found out?”

“Not busy at all!” Raphael replied, “I only do what’s important!”

“And what is considered important?”

“What’s important is, if I get you to move back, then I’ll be on Uncle Baxter’s good side, and business talks will come easy.” Then Raphael looked her straight in her eyes, a hint of flame in his own eyes as he said in an earnest manner, “Besides, I want to chase you!”

Raphael didn’t think as to what kind of reaction Rae would have when he said this.

Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of soymilk, right on the table before him; his entire body was splattered with traces of soymilk.

She seemed to be laughing quite hard, “Raphael, your joke seriously got me! OK, let’s not kid around anymore! I’m quite busy, I don’t have the time, nor do you!”

Raphael looked at her with a trace of disappointment.

And she looked back at him, full of wholehearted smiles, but in an indifferent manner.

It was an indifference that seemed to completely ignore Raphael. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

After breakfast, Rae wiped her mouth and said, “Help me do the dishes; be sure to lock the door when you leave, I’m off to work first!”

“Let me send you off!” Raphael got up, “I can come back and do the dishes!”

“No!” Rae straight-out refused.

He said nothing.

Downstairs, the second she looked up, Rae saw Marcel’s car already parked. She froze in place, but her heart was pounding like crazy, as she inched forward.

She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. She must be dreaming. Why was Marcel doing here?

She opened her eyes again and the car was still there. She wasn’t dreaming!

The second he saw her, the driver stepped out the car, and put a hand on the car door frame. He sized her up, then fixated his gaze on her slightly reddish face. He had on a slight smile, and said as if he was trying to explain himself, “I wasn’t sure where to get breakfast around here, and I wanted to treat you, so I came to pick you up!”

Rae was quite pleasantly surprised, and she slowly headed over.

“Rae!” Suddenly, the sound of Raphael’s voice came from behind her.

She turned around, and Raphael was already next to her. He wasn’t looking at her, but at Marcel in the distance.

Marcel also looked back at Raphael; the two men were sizing each other up, guessing what the other was thinking. There was no exchange of words, but the two men were silently communicating already.

Rae didn’t think anything of the situation. One was her boss, the other her neighbor; neither could be considered a significant other, so she didn’t felt obligated to explain anything, but she just introduced them to each other.

“Marcel, this is Raphael!”

“Raphael, this is my boss!”

Raphael slightly nodded, “Hello!”

Marcel returned the greeting, “Hi, I’m Marcel Hopkins!”

After his introduction, Rae said to Raphael, “We’re off!”

“Come back early, I’ll be waiting for you!” Raphael said in a way full of double meanings.

The second Raphael appeared behind Rae, there was a slight look of disapproval on Marcel’s face, but it only lingered for a second, and he calmed himself back down.

Rae didn’t think much of what Raphael said, but just nodded and said, “We’ll talk in the evening!”

Rae got in the car, and Raphael watched the car drove off into the distance and disappeared around a corner.

Inside the car, the sunlight hit the side of Marcel’s face, which Rae stared on in awe. How could someone look this damn handsome; he must be a gift from God, which made others inevitably envious!

“Boss-”

Before she finished speaking, the car came to a screeching halt. It was a good thing she was wearing her seatbelt, or she’d have surely flown out the windshield.

Raphael didn’t apologize, but he just continued to look forward.

Rae looked at where he was staring at, but she didn’t see anything. He just parked the car to the sidewalk.

She didn’t know what was wrong, but he then turned to look at her intensively; there was a judgmental look in his eyes.

He could tell she was feeling uneasy as though she’d done something wrong, so he didn’t shift his gaze, but instead continued to stare and see all the shades of emotions occurring in her eyes, from

calm to confusion to at a loss for words.

Rae tried to make sense of what Marcel was doing, but she couldn’t fathom him. The only words that popped into her mind were- male drama queen!

What was he angry for? No, what gives him the right to be angry?

She knew this wasn’t the appropriate way to describe her prince charming, but that was the thought that first came to mind. She got frightened by her own thoughts, as she widened her eyes and look back at Marcel.

“There’s a soymilk shop, I want to buy some!” Marcel said in a light tone. He regained composure of his face, and even had a slight smile on. While Rae was still at a loss, he had already driven to the shop.

Indeed, Rae turned and saw the soymilk shop as well. So that’s how it was!

Rae let out a sigh, then straightened herself up and slightly giggled, “Yeah, this store is quite good; it’s nice and clean, and it’s got fried dough sticks that are nice and thick!”

She didn’t think of much when she said this, but when her male god repeated what she said, it sounded as though he had a hint of doubt in his tone.

“Nice and thick?”

In a split second, her blood froze, and her face turned red.