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.

go back or leave?

another 20 days. I would make a decision in March. I looked up to the bodyguard and said,

to be surprised. He nodded and said, “well, I’ll drive you back

back to the manor.

Sean. He was in

me and immediately raised her hand and greeted me warmly, “Hi, Becky.”

“Hello.”

my identity and

Karen was

Sean said, “she’s

“Servant?” Karen looked at me incredulously and then at Sean. “Why?”

“I volunteered.” I answered first.

and said, “I’ll go back to

room and took out my servant’s clothes. Looking at the clothes,

Once again, I questioned whether

Even so, I put

saw that it was 15 days before March. If it

I said to my cell phone, “Sean, I’ll give you another 15 days. If you still treat me like this, I’m sorry. Even if you’ve treated me well, I give up.”

changed and went out and saw Rachel. She blinked and looked at me. “Are you well?”

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

Rachel seemed particularly surprised.

I had a fight with her before.

She seemed a little embarrassed. “It’s OK.

and thought and asked, “how

lowered her head

I looked at her

days were

I would definitely leave.

pile of curtains piled there. I knew that my work would continue, so

Anyway, I had 15 days left.

flied. Every day I washed the curtains

was that I didn’t run

when my work was over, I looked at the time before turning

a little closer to March.

about me, I worked longer and longer, so although I was a servant here, the work in the studio was not delayed at