Chapter 309 Leave Her Not Even a Chance to Regret

Chapter 309 Leave Her Not Even a Chance to Regret

Thinking of this, she instinctively looked at Benjamin's face.

A complex feeling she couldn’t quite name swept through her heart.

She didn't know if she was being cowardly, but what had happened today made her want to retreat, right now, inexplicably.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on her face.

She froze for a moment, glanced up at the streaks of rain falling from the sky, and her thoughts scattered.
But she timidly took a small step back.



"It's raining, let's go."

Benjamin didn't notice her at all as the raindrops fell densely.

Just as she was steadying herself, he grabbed her hand, pulled her toward the courtyard ahead, and ran, leaving her no room to resist..

The corridor behind them was closer them would have been closer and better for shelter, but his strength and speed left her no choice.
Only when they reached a covered walkway did Benjamin stop.

He turned to check if she had gotten wet, and meeting her somewhat dazed eyes, asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Perhaps because of the running, her heart rate increased, and the thought of backing away that had just sprouted somehow dissipated without her noticing.

The night air was slightly cool. A breeze carrying moisture swept over her, and she shivered before she could speak.

Benjamin continued pulling her quickly through the covered walkway, and after passing through another door, they arrived at the courtyard where he used to live.

The courtyard was called Tranquil Waters Residence.

It was quite poetic.

The several tall oak trees outside the front corridor rustled as the pattering rain hit them, like a clear and crisp melody, singing of early summer's vitality.

They crossed the small grove of trees and came to the middle of the main courtyard, looking up, there was a pavilion half-shrouded in fountain mist, and a marble sculpture standing on the lawn.

Benjamin didn't let her look at the scenery outside for too long. He pulled her into the house and took a towel to help her dry the water droplets on her hair.

Rachel remained still, letting him help her dry off.

The room was somewhat quiet, so much so that both the sound of rain and his calm breathing filled her ears. Suddenly, a fire ignited in her chest, burning away all the strange feelings floating on the surface.

She casually asked, "Were all the courtyards in your house designed by professionals?"

"Yes."

Benjamin responded in a low voice, his movements gentle yet careful as he dried her hair.

"Harmony Manor, Grandma's courtyard, and Philip and Betty's courtyard were personally designed by my dad. My courtyard was designed by a design company."

Benjamin's father actually didn't have much business talent. His only hobby was design.

But Benjamin's grandfather was afraid that no one would inherit the huge family business, so he forced him to learn business management and take over the company. Later, he passed away from illness.

At that time, Philip was still studying abroad and had just become a Chartered Financial Analyst. He had to return to Dawnlight City for the funeral and then step in to take control of the company.

This prevented the Wright Group from falling apart and being devoured by outsiders. Through years of hard work, it actually rose step by step.

He brought the Wright Group into its most prosperous period.

Rachel didn't know much about the Wright family's private affairs, but she heard another meaning in his words.

His parents' and grandmother's courtyards, as well as his brother and sister's courtyards, were all designed by his father, but his was the only one left out.

Just from listening, she could understand how unloved Benjamin was by his parents back then.

It seemed like the whole family excluded him, preventing him from integrating into this warm and loving family.

What young Benjamin must have been affected by the favoritism and coldness, and felt lonely.

Rachel had originally thought that except for Aurora, everyone else in this family should love him very much, but in the end, it seemed like only his grandmother and his brother and sister did.

Fatherly love, motherly love—none of it existed.

How absurd was that?

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing her expression, Benjamin deliberately covered her head with the towel and rubbed her cheeks.

Rachel wrapped her arms around his waist, nestled into his embrace, and asked softly, "Does it still make you sad?"

Benjamin held her, pressed his face against her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not anymore."


He actually stopped caring about these things long ago.

It was because he no longer had any expectations, so there was no disappointment. Without disappointment, how could there be sadness?

Compared to Aurora's genuine disgust and rejection of him, his dad had actually treated him pretty well.

Just without any comparison.

Like with Philip and Betty.

But when Benjamin was young, he was actually quite content.

At least he received gifts on his birthday every year. Every time Philip came back from a business trip, he would bring him gifts, and a few times a year he would help him with his studies.

Rachel didn't probe further. She just quietly held him for a while, and finally couldn't help but yawn.

She mumbled, "I'm sleepy."

Benjamin chuckled softly, lowered his head and lightly touched her cheek with his lips, "Let's go get some sleep."

"Okay."

Benjamin lay on the bed. Everything his eyes fell upon was familiar. Things that he used to feel had no warmth or nostalgia still seemed the same now.

The only difference was probably the person he was holding in his arms.

Listening to her light breathing, he held her tighter and closed his eyes too.

Rachel slept for about an hour and a half.

She woke up after three o'clock.

The sound of rain outside was still pattering. Lying in bed, she felt quite comfortable.

It might have been even more comfortable if her stomach hadn't made a very untimely "gurgling" sound.

Benjamin didn't laugh at her, just stared at her for a few seconds.

This lively Rachel was no longer the one who only maintained a polite, friendly distance with him.

He could feel her brightness and rare playfulness.

He gently pinched her earlobe, got out of bed, walked to a cabinet, dialed a number on the landline there, and ordered, "Send some desserts to Tranquil Waters Residence."

After he put down the receiver, Rachel asked him, "What time does dinner start?"

"Around six."

"If I eat now, I won't be able to eat dinner."

"It's fine. Eat as much as you want. Before you go back tonight, I'll have the kitchen pack some food for you. You can eat it when you're hungry later."

"Are all the meals here from your grandmother's kitchen?"

Benjamin sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, and nodded, "I lived in my grandmother's courtyard when I was little. I moved to this independent courtyard when I was around eight or nine. I always ate with my grandmother."

Rachel suddenly understood. Looking at his sharp features, she suddenly jumped to another topic, "Why did you set up your law firm in the southern part of Dawnlight City?"