My Mute Bride

When the spoon came near her mouth, Rachel subconsciously dodged back a little. I’ll do it myself.

Justin frowned, but he handed the bowl over to her. As for her, she avoided his gaze while lowering her head and slowly eating.

“Your foot injury is slightly infected, so you shouldn’t work for the next two days.”

As she was taken aback, she thought that if he hadn’t pointed it out, she wouldn’t have noticed that her burned foot, which was healing fast, had been freshly bandaged again. She had returned home so late last night, so she naturally knew who bandaged it.

They’ve arranged for me to handle the matter of expanding the library, though, so I need to meet the people in charge from the Burton Group.

“It can wait until your injury is healed.”

But the Burton Group…

“I will handle it. You don’t need to worry about this matter.”

A stunned Rachel nodded.

Justin’s recent attitude toward her seemed to have really changed, regardless of whether it reminded her of Henry’s death at that time or arriving on time last night. It made her feel incredulous.

Later, Justin waited until Rachel finished her food before he left.

“Stay at home to recuperate and don’t go anywhere.”

As the low voice echoed in Rachel’s ears, she looked at the empty bowl left by the bed. For a moment, she felt moved and she couldn’t help but grab her wrist.

Last night, she had actually woken up once in the middle of the night and found herself clutching

Justin’s shirt. He had been leaning against the bed to sleep on the floor. At that moment, she was still feverishly delirious and thought she was dreaming, but as soon as she released her hand, the man by her bedside opened his eyes.

His large hand had reached out to touch her forehead as he asked, “Not feeling well?”

Rachel remembered the last time she was under the weather; someone had also kept an eye on her throughout the night when she was much younger. Her grandmother was by her bedside then and the peace Rachel felt last night was similar to what she experienced in the past.

Tina was standing at the balcony on the second floor of the villa in her pajamas in the late afternoon when her phone rang.

“Hello?”

you must help

Tina carefully spoke while she still

call was from Director

Burton wants to fire me because

of

other end of the phone, Director Roland cried out, “Why didn’t you

“If I had told you earlier, would you have

knew Rachel’s identity, which was

“Miss Tina,

through with the interview

coming from the HR department is that President Burton has immediately

beer. “Don’t worry,

he tell

laugh. “He never thought that apart from deterring me, he’ll also cause Grandpa to look down on him by doing this. Relax, I will

her beer in one

never seen him care this much about anyone since he was a child. As he was born

had spent the entire day at home. When she heard the engine sound coming from downstairs at night, she initially thought that it was Justin who

wound was not

No.

a while, we can remove

Thank you.

on the square bench, Julian methodically bandaged her wound. The light inside the house was bright and it emitted a soft glow as it reflected off the

nothing to

know him. He doesn’t care about anything but his business and he doesn’t care about anyone

upon looking at Julian’s determined

were chatting, Mrs Duncan’s voice

Master Justin, welcome back.

“Not yet.”

either. I’ll get the

“Where is Rachel?”