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.

girls, but I understood Rachel was pretending.

everything seemed to have been choreographed for her.

Who was this person?

to say, I understood.

I pretended not to find out. I exposed her, “really? Where are your junior and senior

Rachel was embarrassed. She raised her feet

She turned and was leaving!

grabbed Rachel. “Put them back.”

“Why!”

was obviously reluctant.

“Hurry up!” I had

After making sure Rachel was

Sean wanted to pretend and

I would cooperate with them. I wanted to see

I could wash the

Rachel was flustered. “I don’t...”

“Then stay

to report Mr. Jessop!”

“Whatever!”

I were fighting downstairs.

the sound of a wheelchair behind me.

at the same time. Rachel saw Sean and was aggrieved.

to Sean and said, “Mr. Jessop,

I was in a trance for

Molly did

out and sat Rachel in his lap. He put his hand behind her and

over. I asked her to help me with it.”

I calmly replied.

Instead of looking at me, Sean looked

to...” Rachel nodded and said pitifully.

She cried a lot.

very similar to

used to 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 to do that. Stay away from her later.”

Then he said to Rachel, “push me back.”

“OK.”

Rachel sadly left his leg and pushed Sean away.

before she left. Her eyes were

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

and reluctantly brought the basin