During the day, Rachel worked as a general helper at a high-end coffee shop.
In the afternoon, after finishing work, she would go to the rental car lot to pick up the car she rented and then pick up Cora.
Cora would sit in the passenger seat and take a nap if she felt tired. This was how Rachel's days went by, hard but fulfilling.
One day, as Rachel was about to get into her car, she heard someone calling her from behind.
"Miss Allen, you're here!"
The person speaking was a balding middle-aged man in his forties, who everyone called Baker.
He deliberately emphasized the word "Miss" and attracted the attention of those around them.
Baker was a relative of the rental car lot owner and always taunted Rachel whenever he saw her. Rachel would always try to avoid him.
This time, however, Baker was standing behind her car, and Rachel had no choice but to face him. She couldn't afford to offend a relative of the boss.
"You're just a little girl. Wouldn't you be better off working somewhere else with higher pay and more fun? Maybe we could even go out together as colleagues," Baker said with a sly look on his face, staring at Rachel's fair complexion.
He even whistled at her, making those around them laugh.
Rachel wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was still quite attractive.
She was always alone with Cora, and they always worked the late shift, so some people at the rental car lot had ideas about her.
Rachel's eye twitched. She knew exactly what Baker was implying.
"Brother Baker, the old lady on the side of the road is more suitable for you. Besides, aren't you afraid of your wife beating you to death?" Rachel said with a playful smile.
Even if she had fallen so low as to become a prostitute, she still wouldn't be in the same league as him.
He was only worthy of the old ladies on the side of the road.
Everyone knew that Baker was notorious for being afraid of his wife.
The rental car lot was owned by his wife's relatives.
Baker, of course, understood the meaning behind it and could only awkwardly laugh without saying a word.
Rachel just wanted to leave quickly, get in the car with Cora, and drive away, her eyes filled with loneliness.
Rachel was alone with Cora, and her husband was nowhere to be seen. She often heard people whispering.
"A young girl like her, alone with such a big child, must have seduced someone else's husband and given birth to a bastard."
"Maybe she's fooling around with someone, not even knowing who the father of her child is."
"These young girls nowadays really don't know how to take care of themselves."
She was used to other people's ridicule, but it still hurt her heart.
"Chasing the Wind, your order is ready."
Rachel, as usual, took the order and opened the address, Marriott International.
Rachel was stunned for a moment and inexplicably thought of the man she had picked up that night.
He had a tall and well-proportioned figure, with a handsome and cold face that was finely crafted.
She, who had long lost interest in the opposite sex, when did she become so infatuated?
Perhaps it was the noble and cold aura emanating from him that was so strong that even a glance was unforgettable.
"Mummy, what are you infatuated with?" Cora tilted her head curiously, staring at Rachel's infatuated face.
Cora was the person who knew Rachel the best, and she could see through her every little thought.
"Infatuated?!" Rachel rolled her eyes and joked, "It's an order from Marriott International. Do you think it could be the person you called 'Daddy' that day?"
Marriott International only admits elite celebrities, who usually have drivers or drive themselves, and the number of pickups is relatively small.
"Really?" Cora's clear and bright eyes sparkled with excitement.
She was looking forward to it. That night, she was asleep and didn't see what he looked like, only his tall and slender figure.
Rachel signaled her to be quiet and picked up the phone.
"Hello, I'm the driver for Chasing the Wind. My car has a blue license plate A2219. I'm on Heathers Road now and will be there in 10 minutes." Rachel's voice was gentle and crisp, like a silver bell.
"Okay." The man's magnetic voice was low and cold.
Rachel's heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice. It was so cold that it almost froze her. It must be him.
She had just made a joke casually, but she didn't expect it to be true. When she heard his voice, she felt a strong sense of oppression. It was as if she would be executed if she was one minute late.
She didn't dare to be careless and drove towards Marriott International.
As soon as the car arrived, Rachel saw him walking out of the gate of Marriott International. He was tall and straight, as if he had his own light.
He wore a white suit with a blue shirt, giving off a transcendent and ethereal feeling, even more dazzling than a star.
Rachel quickly got out of the car and bowed to open the door for him.
"Mummy, he's so handsome!" Cora raised her eyebrows and almost screamed.
She wasn't surprised at all that her mother was infatuated. This was the most handsome person Cora had ever seen, without a doubt!
Rachel didn't dare to look into his dark and deep eyes, afraid that she would fall in love with him at first sight.
But Cora wasn't afraid at all.
As soon as Kellan got into the car, he saw Cora's delicate little face, like a ripe apple in autumn, with long and slender eyebrows like a doll, and a pair of clear and bright big eyes staring straight at him.
Few people dared to stare at him so closely, but this little girl wasn't afraid at all.
Kellan recognized her as soon as he saw her. It was the same taxi he had called last time, with Bandari's music still playing inside.
He had a deep memory of this car. He even fell asleep in it last time when he couldn't sleep at night.
Later, he asked his secretary to find a song called "Dream of Snow" and played it all night, but he still couldn't sleep.
He sat there with his long legs naturally crossed, looking rebellious and unruly.
"Daddy, you're so handsome." This completely matched her fantasy of her father.
"..." Kellan's eyes twitched. Did he just hear what he thought he heard?
Daddy? He's still a golden bachelor, okay!
"..." Rachel's mouth twitched, her back felt cold, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead...
She glared fiercely at Cora. What kind of daughter did she have, recognizing fathers everywhere!
She covered her forehead in embarrassment. She didn't know what to say, so she turned her head and awkwardly chuckled, "Um... sorry... this is my daughter."
Kids recognizing fathers everywhere!
Single mother?
Kellan glanced at her disdainfully.
She wasn't wearing any makeup, her skin was fair and delicate, and her blushing face with a small mouth opening and closing was as tender as a budding flower.
Her temperament was lively and ethereal.
She wore a denim jacket outside and a pink T-shirt inside, which made her even more sweet and lovely.
Although dressed plainly, there was still a fresh and beautiful aura about her that exuded the unique charm of a young girl, despite the absence of any aristocratic air.
She didn't look like a mother at all, more like an older sister.
Kellan raised an eyebrow in response.
The silence was oppressive, and Cora saw her mother glaring at her fiercely, knowing that she was truly angry, so she remained silent.
Rachel glanced at the man in the back seat, with his sharp, chiseled features, smooth forehead, straight nose, slightly closed eyes, and habitually pursed lips, exuding an intimidating aura of arrogance and superiority even in such a simple posture.
She lowered the volume of the software's notification sound and turned up the volume of the band's music a little.
The man in the back seemed exhausted and soon fell asleep.
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Five years ago, when he had just returned to the country, a group of his friends had welcomed him with a drinking party.
He had drunk too much, and a girl had entered the room.
He had lost control that night, and she had turned out to be a virgin.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but he had never slept so soundly before.
When he looked around the luxurious and spacious presidential suite, there was no one there.
He had slept so soundly that he hadn't even noticed her leaving.
In the five years that followed, Kellan often dreamed of that woman, but unfortunately, aside from a vague memory, he had no impression of her face.
"Sir, you have arrived, sir."
Rachel felt like she was hallucinating. This cold, reserved man had a faint smile on his lips.
She slowly opened her eyes and found that he had fallen asleep again. Kellan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with surprise.
He got out of the car with unparalleled grace. He glanced at the driver's seat and Rachel happened to turn her head, their eyes meeting.
Her eyes were clear and pure, like mountain streams, innocent and immaculate. So pure that he wanted to dirty them with his own hands.
"What's your name?" His voice was cold, his handsome face still expressionless.
"My mommy's name is Rachel, the best woman in the world," Cora answered in a childish voice, her mouth proud.
Rachel blushed at her daughter's shameless promotion of her. She quickly started the car and drove away.
Rachel was rarely unsettled by a man, but she felt like she was in disarray in the wind around this man. Perhaps it was because his aura was too strong.
Kellan looked at his call log and dialed his secretary Onyx's number.
"Phone number 181*****, name Rachel. Check this woman immediately."