Fred continued with a knowing smile, "Make sure your uncles know that, with Matthew supporting you, no one can steal your spot as the company's president."
Rachel's face was clouded with worry. "How am I supposed to build a real relationship with Matthew when we've only just met?"
Fred laughed. "You're a woman. Can't you win a man over? Figure it out!"
Rachel sighed, still feeling troubled. "I'll give it a shot."
…
The next day, Matthew met up with Rachel, and they headed to Khoitwood.
However, Matthew couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Rachel. She kept brushing up against him with her curvy and alluring figure.
She stayed close to him. Her perfume was faint but noticeable, and her body's warmth was hard to ignore.
As they approached the Carter residence, Rachel suddenly grabbed Matthew's arm and pressed herself against him.
Matthew's arm was pressed against her ample bosom, making his heart race. Rachel's behavior was unusual.
He eyed her closely, and his concern grew. "Rachel, there's something wrong with your health."
It was the first time Rachel had been so close to a man, and her face flushed as if she'd been drinking. "What's wrong?" she asked, and her cheeks were faintly pinkish.
Matthew coughed lightly. "Do you experience painful periods?"
Rachel's face turned even crimson, and she nodded slightly.
"Do you often feel depressed, have trouble sleeping, feel gloomy, and get upset over small matters for a long time?" Matthew continued.
Rachel nodded again. "Yeah, I think so. What's the matter?"
Matthew hesitated and looked a bit embarrassed. "Promise you won't get mad if I tell you."
Rachel smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I promise I won't get mad."
Matthew took a deep breath and said, "You… need a man… to…"
Rachel's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "What do you mean? Just say it."
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