President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 445

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.

I didn’t look down on country girls, but I understood Rachel was pretending.

And everything seemed to have been choreographed for her.

Who was this person?

Needless to say, I understood.

I pretended not to find out. I exposed her, “really? Where are your junior and senior high schools? You should go to college. Why do you want to be a servant?”

“It’s none of your business!” Rachel was embarrassed. She raised her feet and kicked the big basin in front of her.

She turned and was leaving!

“Come here!” I 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.

Sean wanted to pretend and get rid of me.

OK, I would cooperate with them. I wanted to see when they were exposed.

I could wash the curtains every day!

Rachel was flustered. “I don’t...”

“Then stay here!”

“I’m going to report Mr. Jessop!”

“Whatever!”

Rachel and I were fighting downstairs.

Sure enough, soon I heard the sound of a wheelchair behind me.