Sean called a doctor for me.
The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed medicine. It took me about three days to recover.
But I still coughed.
I was afraid of infecting others, so I put on my mask.
These days, Rachel had completely replaced me. She looked after Sean.
I had seen Rachel spend hours in Sean’s room several times and I was very sad.
I wanted to ask them what they were doing inside.
I was afraid Sean would let Rachel bathe him as he asked me to.
I didn’t think Sean would do that, but I thought it was possible.
Rachel spent three hours in Sean’s room in the evening. I met her in the hallway and saw that she was a little wet. I couldn’t help asking, “what are you doing in Mr. Jessop’s room?”
Rachel looked at me and was embarrassed and said, “nothing.”
I didn’t know if it was my illusion. I thought she blushed in the dim light of the corridor.
Although I was not happy, I just nodded.
I went to the kitchen and met a bodyguard. He saw me and said, “Becky, Mr. Jessop said these curtains need to be washed. We’ll help you take them down tomorrow. You can wash them.”
“OK.”
Sean was really going to push me away.
He didn’t let me near him. He just asked me to do this.
My heart was full of grievances and anger.
I took my medicine in the kitchen and was going back to work in my room.
But no sooner had I turned on the computer than someone knocked.
Before I could speak, Rachel’s voice came from the door, “Sis Becky, are you asleep?”
“...”
Why did Rachel come to me so late?
I didn’t think much about it. I got up and opened the door.
When I opened the door, I saw Rachel in pajamas. She saw me and immediately grabbed me and said, “may I ask you something?”
Actually, Rachel and I didn’t know each other very well. I was a little uncomfortable.
I hesitated and nodded.
Rachel came in and saw my computer and was envious, “why do you have such a good computer? Did Mr. Jessop give it to you? How long after you worked here did Mr. Jessop give it to you?”
I looked at Rachel.
To be honest, although Rachel was dressed and behaved like a country girl, I felt that she lacked a kind of temperament.
She was not like Erin. Erin looked like a country girl.
Rachel was more like a college student with a good tutor.
What she said just now was not in keeping with her temperament.
I hesitated and said, “it’s my own.”
Rachel sat behind me and looked at my computer screen and asked, “what is this? It looks so advanced. Is it a programming software?”
“No.”
“What is it? You are so good! You know everything!”
Rachel adored me.
I looked at her suspiciously and thought she was weird.
I didn’t want to talk to her much. I asked her impatiently, “why do you come to me?”
Rachel tapped her head and said, “I almost forgot.”
“Say it.”
My tone was a little cold.
But Rachel didn’t seem to feel it. She approached me and said, “Mr. Jessop’s lower body is unconscious, right? But that part of him is normal.”
“Which part?”
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