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?”

behind him. “You are awake. Did

directly entered the

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

hesitantly asked, “How long have you

“Twenty minutes.”

minutes?!” There was an incredulous look on her

that not enough?” Justin was

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

to

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

found a coaster from the cabinet and placed it on the dining table. “Just

time she ate noodles from a pot and it

to scoop

“How does it taste?”

will taste better with a sunny-side

A hesitant

simple meal will suit me

an

that, he took two eggs and

her head

up egg; she had merely found an

by a loud clang. As the sound had startled her, it

as she turned

was obvious from Justin’s voice that something

placed her spoon down and headed into the kitchen. As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw the pan sizzling as well as an egg and spatula on the floor. One

pale Justin was standing far away from the

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

“I’m fine.”

you are fine? Let me see.” She took his hand and carefully looked at it, whereupon there were a few blisters on the back of

pulled along for several steps before he finally returned to his senses and his gaze landed on her

time she had treated him with such

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

the blister. Be careful when you change your clothes for the next two days. Remember to apply medicine twice a day—once in the morning and once in the evening.”