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?”

looked behind him. “You are

entered the kitchen.

stove. “I thought about

have you been

“Twenty minutes.”

an incredulous

Justin was confused.

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

life, would be akin to casting pearls before swine and she had no intention to waste her time teaching him

failed. The noodles had practically become so mushy that it broke

the pot.” Rachel found a coaster from the cabinet and

first time she ate noodles from a pot and it surprisingly felt

and spoon to scoop the noodles and blew on it before placing it into her

“How does it taste?”

will taste better with a

up?” A hesitant Justin glanced

will suit me fine.

unexpectedly replied, “Frying an egg is not

eggs and returned to the

her brow in response and continued to bury her head

told, she didn’t really crave for a sunny-side up egg; she had merely found an excuse to make Justin leave since the meal tasted better without him in front

followed by a loud clang. As the sound

asked as she turned

it was obvious from Justin’s voice

door, she saw the pan sizzling as well as an egg and spatula on the floor. One look at

pale Justin was standing far away from the stove as his left hand

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

“I’m fine.”

carefully looked at it, whereupon there were a few blisters on the back of his hand which soon swelled up. “Come with me.

his senses and his gaze

time she had treated him with such patience was when he had been

natural instinct to

clothes for the next two days. Remember to apply medicine twice a day—once in