?Chapter 390:
Ronald froze, momentarily speechless. The driver’s misunderstanding was now ringly clear, and any attempt to correct him would only deepen the awkwardness.
Walking away, Ronald muttered under his breath, “Mr. White, you’ve really put me in an impossible position. I’m not Rachel, for goodness’ sake.”
After making sure Brian wasfortable, Ronald sent Rachel a quick update. “Mr. White is asleep now.”
“Okay,” Rachel replied simply.
She then checked on Andres, who was also sound asleep. Noticing the smelly coat he was wearing, she called Jeffrey to help change him into something morefortable and freshen him up. Once everything was done, Rachel went to bed.
Since Rachel had rested earlier, sleep didn’te easily. Her mind drifted, and she found herself scrolling through her social media feed before she realized it.
A post shared by Elsa caught Rachel’s attention— a fundraiser for a charitable cause. Assuming Elsa was helping someone in need, she decided to contribute.
But as she read further, her heart skipped a beat. The beneficiary’s name was Myrna Bard, a name she knew well. Myrna had been her college ssmate and, more notably, Elsa’s longtime romantic rival. For Elsa to extend such help, Myrna’s situation must have been serious. Rachel, caught in a storm of conflicting feelings, first contributed a donation before finally turning her attention turned to the unread message sent by Elsa. She had fallen ill shortly after it arrived and had been confined to a hospital bed ever since, the message buried and forgotten in the chaos. If not for the chance encounter with a social media post, it might have remained lost to her memory entirely.
As Rachel absorbed the contents of Elsa’s document, a heavy silence enveloped her. The words struck her with such force that she was left momentarily paralyzed, a deep ache settling in her chest, mingled with an oppressive sense of unease.
Without dy, Rachel grabbed her phone, typed out the message, and sent it: “Elsa, I’m free the day after tomorrow. Let’s meet.”
The moment Elsa saw the message, excitement bubbled up inside her. She quickly typed back, “Got it! I’ll book the ce.”
The next morning, Rachel woke up to the delicious scent of something cooking.
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“Yvonne, what did you make? It smells incredible,” she called out, assuming her friend was the one behind the heavenly aroma. Still in her pajamas, she casually stepped out, only to stop dead in her tracks when she spotted Andres.
The realization hit her like a truck. Without missing a beat, she spun around and bolted back to her room.
shes ofst night rushed back into her mind. She had forgotten that Andres was still here! And worse, she had just walked out in her sleepwear.
After quickly changing into something more appropriate, Rachel took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself before stepping out again.
“Good morning, Mr. Garrett!” she greeted, trying to soundposed.
“Morning. You must be hungry. Let’s eat,” Andres said smoothly, acting as if nothing had happened. His nonchnt attitude made her rx a little.
“Alright, I’ll just wash up real quick,” she said.
“No rush. I’ll wait,” he replied.
“No need to wait for me. If you’re hungry, go ahead and start,” she told him.
With a small smile, he simply said, “I’m not in a rush. I can wait.”
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