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 I understood Rachel was pretending.

And everything seemed to have been choreographed for

Who was this person?

Needless to say,

exposed her, “really? Where are your junior and senior

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

She turned and was

here!” I grabbed Rachel.

“Why!”

Rachel was

up!” I had been

Rachel was acting, I was confident.

wanted to pretend and get

OK, I would cooperate with them. I wanted to

I could wash the curtains

flustered. “I don’t...”

“Then stay here!”

going to report Mr. Jessop!”

“Whatever!”

Rachel and I were fighting downstairs.

the sound of

We turned around at the same time. Rachel saw Sean and was

and said, “Mr. Jessop, here

was in a trance for a moment.

Sean and Molly did that many years ago.

“Yes.” Sean reached out and sat Rachel in his lap. He

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

I calmly replied.

Instead of looking at me, Sean looked at Rachel and asked,

“I... I didn’t mean to...” Rachel

cried a lot.

was very similar to

I used to be

tenderness in his eyes turned into indifference. “She takes care of me. She doesn’t have to do that. Stay away from her

to Rachel, “push me back.”

“OK.”

his leg and pushed Sean

she left. Her eyes were full of ostentation.

but I looked at them and felt a little heartache.

and