Chapter 48 Narrow Path for Enemies (1)_1
"He’s not worth my anger anymore, just feeling a bit sentimental," Julia Bluen remarked. She picked up her coffee again, letting it sit for a moment. The heat had diminished slightly, and it was now the perfect temperature to drink. Her movements were graceful as she sipped gently. In response to her friend’s attempt to comfort her, she offered a reassuring glance.
She was born a blessed daughter of heaven. Although she rarely appeared in upper-class society, some people still knew her. Any acquaintance of hers was a figure others would flock to. Compared to Diana Powell, Julia was the true stepping stone for Nicholas Coldwell’s ambitions, but...
Rachel Bailey’s delicate hand reached out, grasping Julia’s hand that wasn’t holding coffee. Sincere words reached her ears, "Julia, stop feeling sentimental. I think you’re doing just fine. This way, you can really test Nicholas’s true feelings for you. Besides, you’ve now married the best man possible. If Nicholas knew you married the heir of the Horne family—a man whose influence in the Shopping Mall is so vast he can seemingly hide the sky with one hand—he would absolutely die of jealousy. No, he’s already regretting it deeply."
"Let’s not talk about that anymore, Rachel. You lost your job because of me. After you recover, come work for my family’s company. I know your capabilities best. My sister has run off from her marriage again, and with my own wedding to prepare for, I can’t take over the Finance Department. I’m worried my younger brother won’t be able to handle it alone. You could help him," Julia said, changing the subject, not wanting to dwell on Nicholas any longer.
She knew Julia Bluen would offer her a job as compensation.
Rachel withdrew her hand from Julia’s. After a moment’s thought, she said, "Julia, I don’t need you to find me another job. After hearing what your husband said, I’ve decided not to return to being a company accountant. I don’t want to be seen as a pawn for others to use for their advancement. So, I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to start my own business." Luckily, she still had over ten thousand in cash in her purse, which she could use as capital to start small.
"Rachel..."
"If you still consider me a friend, Julia, then stop worrying about my job. I have arms and legs; I won’t starve. Oh, by the way, aren’t you planning to have a wedding ceremony? Marriage is a big deal for a woman. You only wear a bridal gown once in your life, and you shouldn’t shortchange yourself. Even if you got married under those circumstances, a wedding is still necessary." Rachel remembered an important detail—the wedding ceremony.
Nowadays, many people don’t bother with wedding ceremonies, especially working-class individuals. They might meet someone while working away from home, fall in love, and simply go back with their partner to their family—considering the matter settled without a ceremony. But Rachel didn’t think that way. She believed a woman should walk into the Wedding Chapel in a pure white bridal gown to have no regrets.
"Don’t leave yourself with any regrets. Haven’t you heard what Dio Powell’s mistress said bitterly? She dreams of wearing a wedding gown, saying she’ll never have the chance in her lifetime because she’s tied down by that shameless Dio Powell. Even adorned with gold and silver, she’s still just a mistress." Rachel was most worried that her friend would simply get the marriage certificate and consider it done.
Staring at Rachel Bailey, Julia Bluen’s heart warmed. Her friend truly cared for her and worried about her suffering any injustice. She had hidden her identity and deceived her friend, yet her friend was still genuinely concerned for her. Their three years of friendship had not been in vain.