President's Substitute Wife

I didn’t look up and couldn’t see Rachel’s face.

But it didn’t matter to me.

Rachel was silent for a moment and said, “Aunt Jones, I’ve already inquired. It turns out that you are Mr. Jessop’s ex-wife and gave birth to a child for Mr. Jessop. Now you don’t leave because you want to make up with Mr. Jessop.”

“Yes.”

I washed the curtains and didn’t deny it.

Maybe from some point of view, I did hope so.

Rachel giggled. “You’re naive. Have you ever heard a proverb?”

I ignored her, but she continued, “men are single-minded. Men of all ages like women of twenty. Do you think so?”

With that, Rachel smiled even more brightly.

I looked up at Rachel and finally found that she was a little strange.

Rachel’s hair was plain black, but it was cut in layers.

Especially her bangs were carefully cut.

Her hair must have been designed by a barber in a regular barber shop.

I stood up suddenly. Rachel was holding her chin in her hand.

I could see her fingers.

Her nails were not long but clean. She must take care of them often.

I looked at Rachel again.

I was pretty sure she was not a country girl. She was a standard city girl.

And she used to be very fashionable.

“What’s the matter?” Rachel seemed a little flustered.

I smiled, “Rachel, how old are you? Where do you come from? You’re a servant for the first time, aren’t you?”

“Me?” Rachel looked aside and said unnaturally, “I’m 20 this year. I am a native. I just want to experience life as a servant.”

To be honest, if I didn’t find out, I would think she was a vain country girl and embarrassed to say where she was born.

didn’t look down on country girls, but I understood Rachel was pretending.

And everything seemed to have been choreographed for her.

was this person?

Needless to say, I

junior and senior high

embarrassed. She raised her feet and kicked the big basin in front of her.

She turned and was leaving!

“Come here!” I grabbed Rachel. “Put them back.”

“Why!”

was obviously

I had been holding

After making sure Rachel was acting, I was confident.

and get rid

them. I wanted to see when

I could wash the curtains every

Rachel was flustered. “I

stay

“I’m going to report Mr. Jessop!”

“Whatever!”

I were fighting

Sure enough, soon I heard the sound of a wheelchair behind me.

same time. Rachel saw

She ran up to Sean and said, “Mr. Jessop,

was in a trance for a moment.

and Molly did that many years ago.

He put his hand behind her and asked gently,

“She kicked my basin over. I asked her to help me with it.”

calmly replied.

Instead of looking at me, Sean

didn’t mean to...” Rachel nodded and

cried a

She was very similar

be stubborn and always suffered.

looked up and the tenderness in his eyes turned into indifference. “She takes care of me. She doesn’t have

Then he said to Rachel, “push me

“OK.”

leg and pushed Sean away.

looked at me before she left. Her eyes were

pretending, but I looked at them and felt a little heartache.

my lip and reluctantly brought the basin