My Mute Bride

Rachel shook her head. My stomach feels sick. Maybe I ate something bad.

“Let’s order something that goes easy on your stomach, then.”

As her gaze drifted away to a spot far away, Rachel could see Amber having dinner with Justin. Because of the distance, she couldn’t hear what they were saying at all, but she could clearly see him

Unknowingly, her hand was gripping the tablecloth underneath the table tightly. Although she was aware that Justin was merely putting up a show with Amber, she was still upset.

Since when did every move that man made affect her heartstrings so greatly? In addition, his contact with any woman would break her heart.

For some unknown reason, she suddenly thought of Gloria. If he could act that attentive with Amber even though it’s just a pretense, then how is he treating Gloria? she wondered.

“What are you looking at?” Hans asked, twisting his head backward as he followed her gaze, but she suddenly grabbed him. “What happened?”

Let’s go to another restaurant. A dark shadow hovered over her eyes.

At night, when all the Burtons had already turned in for the night, Rachel went downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. She ran into Justin who had just returned.

You’re back so late.

“Yeah,” Justin uttered, taking off his jacket and tossing it casually on the couch.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to bother about her, Rachel felt snubbed, and she strode into the kitchen to make her tea with a gloomy look on her face.

Recently, she had spent several late nights as she was busy gathering information about Hudson Pharmaceuticals.

With only the wall lights turned on, the kitchen was a little dingy, and Rachel opened the overhead

cabinet to look for the tea leaves while waiting for the water to boil. After she finally saw the container, she realized that it was placed furthest on the inside, and it was difficult for her to reach it with her height.

her head and leaned against the cabinet door. In a nonchalant voice which

smell of the man’s cologne traveled up her nose, and she felt a tight squeeze at her heart; even her

at the spot, and Justin

cup when she

could, he asked, “How are things

throat. I found some loopholes, but they aren’t enough to hit any critical points. Jefferey and his employees still don’t trust me at the moment,

Investigation Bureau are also investigating Hudson

at the restaurant and couldn’t help but ask. Are you

her with a thoughtful look in his

the information on the tender

find out

She recollected herself. I heard it by chance. Forget it if you don’t

boiling water. As Justin watched her back while she was busy, the knot between his brows turned tighter. His profile under the

this evening popped up in his mind.

her, Rachel stopped her hand mid-air while she was pouring herself

did you go

had dinner

a step closer to her. “Do I

against the kitchen counter, she had

you that we’re merely cooperating with each other, but this doesn’t mean

else between us. We’re just

they’ve snapped pictures of you.” His voice was incredibly icy, and there was not a shard of warmth in his

Rachel was wholly frightened.

Hudson Pharmaceuticals’ situation from that friend, Officer Hawkins, of yours.” With that said, he left the kitchen with his jacket in his

the living room as she held her clammy palms tightly. When she heard the door closing upstairs, she suddenly twirled around and started retching into the washbasin. By the time she was finished throwing up her stomach juices, she had

the bitter aftertaste in her throat, her chest was also feeling tight with bitterness. A sharp sting stung her nose and her eyes turned