The Silent Wife

When the spoon came near her mouth, Rachel subconsciously dodged back a little. I'll do it myself.

Justin frowned, but he handed the bowl over to her. As for her, she avoided his gaze while lowering her head and slowly eating.

"Your foot injury is slightly infected, so you shouldn't work for the next two days."

As she was taken aback, she thought that if he hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have noticed that her burned foot, which was healing fast, had been freshly bandaged again. She had returned home so late last night, so she naturally knew who bandaged it.

They've arranged for me to handle the matter of expanding the library, though, so I need to meet the people in charge from the Burton Group.

"It can wait until your injury is healed."

But the Burton Group...

"I will handle it. You don't need to worry about this matter."

A stunned Rachel nodded.

Justin's recent attitude toward her seemed to have really changed, regardless of whether it reminded her of Henry's death at that time or arriving on time last night. It made her feel incredulous. Later, Justin waited until Rachel finished her food before he left.

"Stay at home to recuperate and don't go anywhere."

As the low voice echoed in Rachel's ears, she looked at the empty bowl left by the bed. For a moment, she felt moved and she couldn't help but grab her wrist.

Last night, she had actually woken up once in the middle of the night and found herself clutching

Justin's shirt. He had been leaning against the bed to sleep on the floor. At that moment, she was still feverishly delirious and thought she was dreaming, but as soon as she released her hand, the man by her bedside opened his eyes.

His large hand had reached out to touch her forehead as he asked, "Not feeling well?"

Rachel remembered the last time she was under the weather; someone had also kept an eye on her throughout the night when she was much younger. Her grandmother was by her bedside then and the peace Rachel felt last night was similar to what she experienced in the past.

Tina was standing at the balcony on the second floor of the villa in her pajamas in the late afternoon when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Miss Tina, you must help me."

"What's wrong?" Tina carefully spoke while she still had a can of beer in her hand.

The phone call was from Director Roland of the engineering department.

"President Burton wants to fire me because of yesterday's incident."

"Fire you? Because of what had happened yesterday?"

"That was not a small incident, Miss Tina. You've caused me a lot of trouble this time." On the other end of the phone, Director Roland cried out, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that Miss Hudson is Mr. Burton's wife?"

Tina sneered, "If I had told you earlier, would you have dared to do that?"

No one would dare to be involved if they knew Rachel's identity, which was not what Tina had intended.

As he was stuck, Director Roland had no choice but to rely on Tina now. "Miss Tina, I did everything according to your instructions. Won't you speak up for me? My work-"

"Have you gone through with the interview yet?"

"Not yet, but the news coming from the HR department is that President Burton has immediately instructed them to look for my replacement. So, it should be true."

She lazily leaned on the railing and took a sip of her beer. "Don't worry, my brother won't really fire you, not for now at least."

"Then, why did he tell the HR-"

"It was just to threaten me to stop." Tina gave a disdainful laugh. "He never thought that apart from deterring me, he'll also cause Grandpa to look down on him by doing this. Relax, I will handle this matter." After hanging up the phone, Tina downed all of her beer in one go before she pinched the can so hard that it was deformed.

She had known Justin for many years, but she had never seen him care this much about anyone since he was a child. As he was born into such a family, it was no wonder he did not dare to care about anyone She's just a mute. What can she do?

Rachel had spent the entire day at home. When she heard the engine sound coming from downstairs at night, she initially thought that it was Justin who had returned. After a moment, it was Julian who knocked on his door while carrying his medical briefcase.

"The wound was not wet, right?"

No.

"That's good. You still need to change the bandages and medication again. If there's no problem after a while, we can remove the bandages and wait for the wound to heal on its own. However, you still need to rest more."

Thank you.

As Rachel's injured leg rested on the square bench, Julian methodically bandaged her wound. The light inside the house was bright and it emitted a soft glow as it reflected off the top of his head. "What happened yesterday? Was it him again?"

No, it has nothing to do with him.

"Don't defend him; I know him. He doesn't care about anything but his business and he doesn't care about anyone except himself. He's been like this since he was a kid."

She wanted to explain on Justin's behalf, but upon looking at Julian's determined look, she didn't know how to begin.

As those two were chatting, Mrs Duncan's voice drifted from downstairs.

"Young Master Justin, welcome back. Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Oh, Madam hasn't eaten yet either. I'll get the kitchen staff to add another dish."

"Where is Rachel?"

"Mrs. Burton is upstairs."

Mrs. Duncan's voice was much higher than usual, as if she was deliberately trying to alert someone. It was hard not to hear the oddity in it.

At that, Rachel's heart stuttered. Julian, you should go.

"Don't worry, he called me in advance to dress your wound. He told me to come back from work earlier. Besides, we aren't doing anything wrong, so why should we be afraid?"

After Julian bandaged Rachel's foot, he unhurriedly packed his medicine case. Soon, the sound of footsteps came from outside. When she turned to look at the door, Justin had already opened the door and he entered. "Are you changing the bandages?"

"Yeah, I've just finished with it. I've already told my sister-in-law what she should avoid. Rachel, I'm leaving." Julian picked up his medicine case. His repetitive usage of 'sister-in-law' insinuated his deliberate intention to remind everyone about his identity.

Without a change in expression, Justin answered, "Let's have dinner together later."

"Okay."

The moment that Julian left, Justin closed the door and saw that she was holding a book in her hand, so he casually asked, "What book are you reading?"

Rachel turned the cover over to let him see-it was a novel in German.

"You know German?"NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

I took a course in college, but I'm not very proficient in the language.

Justin had remembered visiting the Hudson Residence once earlier and noticing a whole shelf of books in Rachel's tiny bedroom. There was a wide range of books in various languages, some of which he couldn't even understand.

"Are there any more sides to you that I don't know?" As his low voice sounded in her ears, she subconsciously gripped the corner of the page.

Justin threw a box toward her before he sat on his own at the side, his long and slender fingers pulling at his tie. "This is for you."

Rachel saw the box containing a phone next to her and she froze. For me?

"Isn't your phone broken? Don't switch off your phone in the future and once you have turned it on, remember to set the emergency contact to Frankie."

Why?

"I occasionally won't be able to take calls, but Frankie will be around 24 hours a day."

A frowning Rachel looked at Justin in surprise as it seemed that he had misunderstood something.