Glee Rachel Jesse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While Rue was talking, her gaze was kept on Rachel's group, who was getting ready to enter the Ferris Wheel. Confused, Josh followed Rue's gaze, but he was several seconds too slow. When he had looked over, Rachel and Jodie with Ziggy in her arms had already entered the Ferris Wheel so he could not see them. After Rachel disappeared from her sight, Rue let out a sigh of relief and exited the VIP waiting area with Josh's hand in hers. Once they had rushed back to the Bluemel mansion, Rue let go of Josh's hand and placed her hand, palm facing up, in front of Josh.

she added, turning her gaze away from Rachel to Elowen, who was wheeling herself closer. Her words shocked Rachel and the young girl standing beside her. Everyone stared at them in surprise, whispers spreading around them. “What did you just say? Do you know who you’re talking to?” the young girl asked sharply, stepping closer to Cecelia. She was Rachel’s personal assistant, Jessica. Seeing Cecelia talk back to her madam made her furious. And not only was Rachel her employer—she was also CEO Evans’ fiancée. “I don’t know, but she shouldn’t be talking to people that way, no matter who she is,” Cecelia replied in a low voice.

"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure you would." "Why did you want to see me?" She looked down at her hands. "Because I owe you the truth. The whole truth. Not just the sanitized version I'm giving the prosecutors." I waited. "I know you think I was always plotting against you. That I seduced Allen away from you as part of some grand scheme." She looked up. Met my eyes for the first time. "But that's not how it happened." "Then how did it happen?" Rachel took a shaky breath. "I was nobody. A secretary from Ashwood, Ohio who lied on her resume to get a job at Allen's company. I thought if I worked hard enough, dressed the right way, said the right things, I could become someone who mattered."

Rachel began, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Isa raised an eyebrow in curiosity, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh? Do tell," she prompted, her interest piqued by Rachel's mysterious demeanor. With a mischievous grin, Rachel leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped together in front of her as she prepared to reveal her secret. "Okay, so you know how I've been working so hard at the office lately, right?" she began, her words coming out in a rush as she struggled to contain her excitement.

Isitree. Sleek, sophisticated, and nearly untouchable. Until now. Lauren handed Rachel a stack of documents. “You’re going in as her new personal assistant. They’re short-staffed. You’ll apply and get the job. Once you’re in... I’ll give you your next move.” Rachel gave a sharp grin. “I won’t disappoint you.” She wouldn’t. Rachel was a ghost. A professional spy with a flawless record across Europe. No identity trail. No fingerprints. No past.

It also meant that last night was a great night for both of us. For all her talk of me having a noticeable afterglow, I didn’t miss Rachel’s own bright spark in her eyes and her wild hair when I saw her for the first time earlier. She’d merely smirked at me, a knowing look on her face. But the second we began to debrief each other and the topic of Jessica came up, all playfulness left the conversation and Rachel became both intrigued and annoyed. She’d unsurprisingly known who Jessica was, though not that she was Noah’s ex. Of course, she would—she knew about basically everyone worth knowing on campus.

“Everyone, witness this, Roselle Adair, formerly sworn enemy of Jace Whitfield, is officially on defense duty now.” The room laughed, good natured, and I felt my face go even warmer, aware of Jace still watching me from across the room with an expression I genuinely could not decode, something between amusement and a question neither of us seemed ready to actually ask out loud, and I had absolutely nothing useful to say in response to any of it.

Rachel could not believe how someone that she kill some time ago would look like someone else that is alive. She instantly lost her appetite for the ice cream. An immediate feeling of guilt engulfed her as she fought back the tears that were few seconds away from screaming down from her eyes. In a matter of minutes, Rachel's sister was already holding a large icecream cone filled with ice-cream and Rachel's credit card. Rachel gently collected them and she drove off slowly as she gradually realized that there was no way she could run away from the priest, Derek, charity, Clarke and the truth that she is a murderer.

" Rachel said without talking her eyes off Noah who was busy sipping mineral water from a bottle. Jillian frowned, "why do you sound like you don't it when he succeeds? wouldn't his success be good for you? That means you don't have to do auditions like this again, right? rambled Jillian not understanding Rachel's way of thinking. Rachel shrugged, "I don't know, he's too arrongant and cold," she said curtly. Jillian snorted, "what do you expect? He's being loud and chatty? Aren't you looking for a bodyguard who is talk less.

"We've got this. We're sharper, cleaner, and we don't look like a pack of Pepto-Bismol bottles." I snorted, the tension breaking for a second. "Just focus on your counts, Chel, and for the love of God, don't look at Aiden while we're in the pyramid." Rachel’s cheeks flushed knowing I had caught her right there, I knew she was crushing on him. The Cheer Chicks finished their routine and everyone clapped for them. "And now, give it up for the Glitter Girls!"