Chapter 181
My Mute Bride
Rachel wanted to scatter the powder that Nancy had given her onto the buttons of the keypad. With a mini-flashlight that she brought around everywhere, Rachel ensured that every number on the keypad had been covered with some powder before she shut the wardrobe and left the room.
It began to rain in the evening, and the skies were dark by the time Justin got home. He saw a figure sitting in his living hall the moment he entered the house. âWhat are you doing here?â
Rachel looked up from the magazine she was reading and replied in a matter-of-factly tone, âDid you forget that I sent Charlotte back earlier?â
Justin seemed rather displeased. âWhat I meant was, what are you still doing here?â Charlotte got home hours ago. What time is it now? Justin thought.
âWell, I did you a favor, right? Why canât you offer me dinner or something?â Rachel said.
âDonât you have food at home? Do you need to eat here?â Justin was obviously annoyed. âYouâd better not think that youâll be able to gain control over me just because you managed to win Charlotteâs heart.
What happened in the past is in the past. Iâm not someone who likes looking back.â
âYouâre thinking too much.â Rachel shot a glance at the room upstairs. âCharlotte has a slight fever, and I stayed back because I was rather worried.â
Justinâs pupils shrank a little after he heard what Rachel said. When Rachel tucked Charlotte into bed earlier, she had already realized how the young girl seemed rather unwell. After taking Charlotteâs temperature, Rachel found that Charlotte had a slight fever. It was probably because Charlotte had dressed too thinly for a windy day out.
g to the room, Justin took the young girlâs temperature once more. His fatherly gaze was filled with tenderness as he gently placed his large palm against Charlotteâs tiny face. Charlotte was half awake as she let out a soft mumble. âMommyâ¦â
Justinâs face fell a little. Rachel was too far to hear what Charlotte had said, but she assumed that Justin was worried because of the grim look on his face. âDonât worry, itâs only normal for kids to have mild fevers and headaches. Sheâll be a lot better after she gets some rest,â Rachel said.
He simply responded with a slight nod. The rain only got heavier by the time they left Charlotteâs room and went downstairs. âIâll leave now,â Rachel said.
Justin glanced out the window before he replied, âYou didnât leave when the weather was good earlier, and youâre telling me that youâre leaving now when itâs raining. Are you expecting me to make you stay?â
âHonestly, no. I wouldâve left if Charlotte didnât have a fever, and I donât need to worry now since youâre home,â Rachel uttered. âI have food waiting for me at home,â she added to prove her point.
Just then, the sound of a carâs engine rumbled by the front entrance. Rachel took an umbrella from the porch as she walked out. âCan I borrow one of your umbrellas? Iâll return it to you someday. My ride is here, so Iâll make a move now.â
As Justin saw her walking out with the umbrella, he couldnât help but follow her to the living hall, where he glanced out the full-length window by the side. He could clearly see the womanâs back as she walked out and got into a car. Someoneâs actually here to pick her up, huh? Justin frowned. Could I be overthinking this?
At the same time, Rachel got into the passengerâs seat of the car. Nancy drove her home at an extremely slow speed as the wipers could barely wipe off the heavy droplets of rain on the windshield.
âThe rain is so heavy tonight. This couldâve been your perfect excuse to spend a night there. You mightâve even managed to get some evidence by tonight, right? Why did you insist on getting me to pick you up?â Nancy asked.
âEven you can tell that this weather is the perfect excuse for me to stay, so donât you think Justin mightâve considered that too?â Rachel asked in return.
âWere you afraid that heâd get suspicious of you?â the driver asked.
âYeah.â Even if Rachel had managed to find a way to stay the night, Justin wouldâve been eyeing her the whole time. Furthermore, he might not have gone to his safebox on the same night, and she wouldnât have had a chance to do much even if he did. That was how Rachel concluded that there was no need for her to stay Nancy sighed. âWhat a shame. This was a perfect chance. What are you going to do now? You canât say that youâre going over to visit your daughter, right? Doesnât Justin hate it when you get close to Charlotte?â
Rachel tightened her grip on the umbrella handle. âThereâll be a lot of other chances in the future.â
The next day, Rachel paid a visit to Justinâs office after they got out of a meeting in the afternoon.
Knock-knock. âCome in,â Justin uttered from inside.
âPresident Burton.â He lifted his head when he heard Rachelâs voice.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked.
She shook the umbrella she was holding in her hand. âIâm here to return your umbrella.â
âI thought you wouldâve used the umbrella as an excuse to visit my place again. Whatâs this? Whatâs the rush?â he asked as he pushed his signed documents to one side of his desk.
âDo I seem to you as someone whoâs that desperate to achieve something?â Rachel asked as she placed the umbrella into the holder beside the door. âIâll leave now that Iâve returned the umbrella.â
âWait,â he muttered.
âIs there anything else?â Rachel asked.
âAre you busy after work today?â She froze after she heard what he said. âCharlotte mentioned that you havenât finished teaching her how to bake cookies, so she told me to invite you over after work,â he continued. An exasperated look surfaced on his face when he saw how quiet Rachel seemed. âYou can forget about it if youâre busy,â he said.
âIâm free,â she hastily replied.
âWell, itâs set then. Iâll see you in the garage after work.â Justin continued to look at his documents after he finished his sentence. He only lifted his head again after he heard his door being shut. Confusion gathered between his thick eyebrows as he gazed at the door.
Justin never had a good impression of Rachel. The main reason for this was because she had completely abandoned Charlotte five years ago, so he had always thought of Rachel as an irresponsible mother. But Charlotte seems to like her a lot, and she does take good care of Charlotte whenever theyâre together. Was my previous impression of her formed due to my personal biases?
Both Justin and Rachel headed home in one car after work. A tiny figure dressed in red was waiting by the front entrance, and they could see the young girl before they even arrived at the house. âMommy!â
Charlotte flung herself into Rachelâs arms the moment Rachel stepped out of the car.
Rachel nearly fell backward. âAh! Charlotte, why are you out in this cold weather when your fever hasnât gone down?â
âIâm all better now. You can feel my forehead if you donât believe me.â Charlotte held her head up toward Rachel, who beamed and went along with the young girlâs orders. She pressed one hand against Charlotteâs forehead while pressing the other against her own. âYouâre right. It does seem like your fever has gone down.â
âI wasnât lying, was I, Mommy?â
âWell, you should still be a little more careful. You should stay home just for these few days.â
âAhem!âThe sound of someone coughing came from behind them while they talked. Rachel didnât need to turn around to picture the grumpy look on Justinâs face. Instead of looking back immediately, she gave Charlotte a wink before shifting her gaze to Justin.
Charlotte immediately got what Rachel meant. âDaddy!â The young girl held her arms wide as she ran toward Justin. âI want you to carry me!â
âIsnât Mommy the only person you care about? Isnât she the only one you want?â he asked in a flat tone.
âNo way! Daddy and Mommy are supposed to be a pair. I like both of you. I like you two equally.â
âEqually?â Justin was clearly displeased at her answer. Rachel hadnât been around in the past five years, and he had taken care of Charlotte all by himself. How could Charlotte show equal love toward both of them?
Charlotte was an extremely observant child, so she clung onto Justinâs thigh the moment she realized the darkening look on Justinâs face. âCarry me, Daddy! Carry me!â she cried as she looked up at the man.
He couldnât help but give in when he glanced at his adorable daughter, who looked almost like a porcelain doll. Then, he lifted her into his arms, and she moved toward him immediately. Smooch!
Once Charlotte kissed him on the cheek, all traces of anger melted off his face immediately. âDaddy youâre the best! My dad is the best dad in the whole wide world!â