My Mute Bride

Chapter 307 A Woman’s Motherly Nature

“President Burton, we have arrived.” Frankie’s voice was heard from the front. Before Rachel could even return to her senses, Justin alighted from the car and walked around the vehicle toward her side. The moment Frankie opened the door, Justin carried her out of the back seat.

As she no longer had the strength to even struggle, she allowed him to carry her. “Put me down.” She patted him on his arm when they arrived at the foyer so that she could change to a pair of flip-flops.

She was contemplating about Bucky’s matter. Although she was afraid, she had to consider other possibilities, after which she sat on the couch with a distracted mind.

“Are you alright?” Justin poured her a glass of water.

Rachel nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look well, though. Do you want to get some sleep?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’ll sit here and accompany you then.”

As Justin spoke, he took a seat opposite her and retrieved a few packets of snacks from under the coffee table and shoving them to her in the process. He seemed to find nothing wrong with his actions.

When Rachel moved in with Samuel, he seemed not to know where the snacks were kept in the house, but last night, he had taken a magazine from the book shelf to read.

Since he didn’t bear any intention to explain about his actions, she merely allowed him to have his way.

After mingling with him for such a long time, she had noticed that Justin had one fine quality. Whenever she was with him, they rarely needed to talk; the two of them could each read a book and spend the entire afternoon just like that without any of them finding it strange.

As she used to be mute, reading was her greatest hobby since she was little. Even after Julian had cured her illness, she still retained her old habits and seldom talked whenever there was no such need to do so.

The afternoon soon flew past.

During that period, the Riverdale Investigation Bureau had called them twice to ask questions regarding the crime scene in the afternoon, to which both Rachel and Justin answered in the best possible way.

In the evening, Rachel fell asleep without realizing it.

By the time she woke up with a groggy head, only the kitchen was bright and she heard some clanking sounds of the kitchen utensils. It was those sounds that woke her up.

When she arrived at the kitchen entrance, what she saw made her close to doubting her eyes.

“Are you cooking?”

“You are

directly entered the kitchen. “What are you

noodles on the heated stove. “I thought about it and still

asked, “How long have you been cooking the

“Twenty minutes.”

There was an incredulous look

not enough?” Justin was

Rachel’s lips twitched. “Just turn off the stove. It’s more

be akin to casting pearls before swine and she had

at cooking seemed to have failed. The noodles had practically become so mushy that it broke when he tried to dish it out with a pair of tongs; he

coaster from the cabinet and placed it on the dining

first time she ate noodles from a pot and it

fork and spoon to scoop the noodles and blew on it

“How does it taste?”

but it will taste better with a

up?” A hesitant Justin glanced at

was teasing you. A simple meal will suit

unexpectedly replied, “Frying an egg is not

two eggs and returned

to bury her head

sunny-side up egg; she had merely found an excuse to make Justin leave since the meal tasted better without him

the kitchen that was followed by a loud clang. As the sound had startled her, it

happened?” She asked as she turned to the kitchen in

obvious from Justin’s voice that something

the door, she saw the pan sizzling as well as an egg and spatula on the floor. One look at it was enough to tell her that

away from the stove

covered the pan and turned off the stove. “You can’t add oil when there’s water in the pan. Are you

“I’m fine.”

hand and carefully looked at it, whereupon there were a few blisters on the back of his hand which

pulled along for several steps before he finally returned to his senses

had treated him with

would be her natural instinct to sympathize with the weak. Is it this part

clothes for the next two days. Remember to apply medicine twice a day—once in the morning and once in the evening.” Then, Rachel