President's Substitute Wife

Rachel immediately touched my forehead. “Your forehead is very hot! I’ll call an ambulance for you.”

“No, I...”

I wanted to say no and thought I wouldl recover if I took some medicine.

But it was dark in front of me and I fell forward.

I felt like I was being held by Rachel and she was calling 911.

I was weak, but I was not in a complete coma.

I could feel several bodyguards putting me on the bed, and someone brought me a thick quilt to cover me.

The light in the room was on.

I opened my eyes slightly, and there was Rachel by my side. I saw two light red marks on her neck.

Oh, it was a kiss.

Maybe I was too sick. At this moment, I felt heartache but no other feelings.

I just seemed to see the most common things.

Then the ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I heard the doctor say that I had pneumonia and my lung was infected. If I didn’t get to the hospital in time, my life may be in danger.

I closed my eyes and for the first time didn’t think it was worth it.

I was willing to be Sean’s servant and take care of him and didn’t care if he embarrassed me.

It didn’t matter and I could stand it for a while.

But now I thought of his kiss with Rachel and the shallow marks on her neck. I suddenly felt that maybe he didn’t need me anymore.

Rachel would take good care of him anyway.

I was in the hospital for four days. On the fifth day when I was discharged from the hospital, one of Sean’s bodyguards drove over and asked me, “Becky, are you going back to that manor?”

His question silenced me.

Shall I go back or leave?

would make a decision in March. I

to be surprised. He nodded and said, “well,

back

living room, I saw Sean. He was in a wheelchair and Karen was on the sofa.

her hand and greeted me warmly, “Hi,

“Hello.”

remembered my identity and respectfully

Karen was

Sean said, “she’s a servant here.”

incredulously and then at Sean. “Why?”

“I volunteered.” I answered first.

asking. I bowed and said, “I’ll go back to my room and

I went back to my room and took out my servant’s clothes. Looking at the clothes, my heart was still slightly hurt.

Once again, I questioned whether I should do

put on my

cell phone and saw that it was 15 days before March. If it didn’t change,

another 15 days. If you still treat

out and saw Rachel. She blinked and

and thought of the day and said, “thank you.”

Rachel seemed

After all, I had a

She seemed a little embarrassed. “It’s OK. I just heard it.”

her and thought and asked, “how are you doing with Mr. Jessop?”

“Ah?” Rachel immediately became shy. She lowered her head and said, “we

“Oh, that’s good.” I looked at her and nodded,

days were just my own excuses.

would

a pile of curtains piled there. I knew that my work

had 15 days left.

flied. Every day I washed the curtains in the daytime and worked at night.

Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that I didn’t run into Rachel almost every day, but I

was over, I looked at the time

a little

longer and longer, so although I was a servant here, the work in the studio was