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.

on country girls, but

And everything seemed to have been choreographed for her.

Who was this person?

say,

your junior and senior high

her feet and kicked

turned and

grabbed Rachel. “Put them back.”

“Why!”

Rachel was obviously reluctant.

“Hurry up!” I had been holding her.

After making sure Rachel was acting, I was confident.

pretend and get rid

them. I wanted to see when they were exposed.

the

flustered. “I don’t...”

stay here!”

“I’m going to report Mr. Jessop!”

“Whatever!”

I were fighting downstairs.

heard the sound of a wheelchair behind me.

saw Sean and was aggrieved. Suddenly she

to Sean and said, “Mr. Jessop, here you are.”

a trance for a moment.

Sean and Molly did that

“Yes.” Sean reached out and sat Rachel in his lap. He put his hand behind her and asked gently,

asked her to help me with it.”

I calmly replied.

Instead of looking at me, Sean looked at Rachel and

I didn’t mean to...” Rachel nodded and said pitifully.

She cried a lot.

very similar to

to be stubborn and always suffered.

in his eyes turned into indifference. “She takes care of me. She doesn’t have to do

Then he said to Rachel, “push me

“OK.”

leg and pushed Sean away.

She turned and looked at me before she left. Her eyes were full of

I knew they were pretending, but I looked

I bit my lip and