"There's no need for that." After that, Sigrid stuffed herself into the quilt. She did not know what else to say. Looking at her reaction, George knew that she couldn't accept it. Since she'd forgotten about everything that had happened these past six months, not only had she forgotten about him, she'd also forgotten all about the Andrew family. If Vallerie knew about this, she would be really despondent. George pursed his lips and began to text Rachel. It was already night-time when Rachel arrived at the hospital. When George saw her coming in, he stood up and said, "You guys should have a good talk." The current Sigrid wasn't in love with him and was on the defense when facing him. She probably wouldn't listen to what he said, so it was better for him to let Rachel handle the matter. Sigrid looked at Rachel and found that her hair was longer now. This made her feel a little uncomfortable inside. Seeing that George had left the war
George almost let out an exasperated laugh at her reaction. He'd never seen her recoil from his touch like that before. Sigrid looked at him in fear and said, "George...if you have something to say, please do it nicely. A man of honor reasons things out and does not resort to using force!" George said solemnly, "How about you put down your phone, then? Let's talk things through nicely." Sigrid nodded and turned off the video on the phone. She adjusted her position to a dogeza, minus the bowing part. Her posture was straight, her hands politely placed on her thighs. She looked reserved, dignified and elegant. And also very well-behaved! He said, "You still need to be under observation for another three days at most. After that, we'll go back together. Don't even expect to return to the Vincent family or to go out and live on your own. You have to come back and live with me." George thought that his words were implicit, but with an unequivocal hint to
However, if he didn't hold her in his arms, he felt uncomfortable all over! The next morning when Sigrid woke up, she was relieved to see that her clothes were still intact. She was rather baffled to see there were faint dark circles under George's eyes. After she pondered for a long time, she ascribed the reason to him being unaccustomed to spending a night on a hospital bed. Before she ate her breakfast, Sigrid had her blood drawn and her excrements collected for a medical checkup. After she polished off her breakfast, there were a series of examinations awaiting her. The day before, she'd mentioned doing a medical checkup, and George had really arranged for someone to get it done the very next day. She was fully examined from head to toe. Although she was prioritized, it still took her a lot of time to wrap up the examinations. After Sigrid finished them, she lay down directly on the bed. She counted in her head and realized that it wa
Sigrid felt a welter of emotions. It was at this moment that George pointed to the big bed and said, "We usually sleep here." The complicated emotions in her mind instantly dissipated. It was then replaced with various indescribably steamy scenes. She bit her lips and said nothing. Shameful as she had thought it was, she didn't expect George to produce a notebook from that drawer. "This is your diary. Take a look." Sigrid didn't think of anything else and just thought that it was a good opportunity for her to cover up her awkwardness. She accepted the notebook from him. She read the first entry, which wrote, "It hurts! It hurts so bad! So agonisingly painful! There's a lot of room for improvement in his skills!" Addled, Sigrid continued to read the diary. At first, she couldn't understand what the entries meant. The more she read, the more she felt that something was not quite right. Sigrid was stunned. Could it actually be what she was thinkin
Despite only a small amount of milk bath essence being poured as compared to the amount of water in the bathtub, it turned the water into a chalky color infused with a faint milky scent. Sigrid took off her clothes excitedly. Cautiously, she stepped in and sunk herself at the higher edge of the bathtub. She squinted her eyes, fully enjoying the comfort. What a life! She didn't expect an egoistic man like her brother-in-law would especially include this in the house. Wealthy people really did know how to enjoy life! While Sigrid was immersing herself in the comfortable bath, the phone beside her began to vibrate. She dried her hands and looked at her phone. It was a message from Rachel. After texting with Rachel for about ten minutes, she got out of the bath and wrapped herself up in a towel. She simply dried her exposed skin with a smaller towel, then got ready to put on her clothes. But these pyjamas... Why did it look so tiny?
Rachel replied in all innocence, "Didn't I say that it was going to be within these two days?" For goodness sake, wasn't she here now because she had received the news that her fiancé had arranged to come back earlier to meet her? After all, their relationship could finally be officially confirmed! Charles was somewhat helpless. He said, "What I was trying to say is that you should inform me to go pick you up." "Hey, it's no big deal." Rachel rolled her eyes as she said, "I'm back now. When will I get to meet my fiancé?" "What's the matter? Are you looking forward to it now?" Charles let out a cold laugh as he added, "I'm afraid that even with all your unbridled wish to be with him now, he might not agree to it anymore!" "Pardon me? Care to explain why?" Rachel pretended to be puzzled. Treating this as an opportunity to improve her acting skills, she was going to take her own brother as a guinea pig. Charles's expression became bitter. He said, "I he
Cyrus had always regarded himself as a calm person. The few times that he'd sworn in his heart was because of Rachel. Even more so this time! He could already picture the expression on his face at this moment. Anyway, it must be a surprised and unspeakable expression! He got a bit angry, especially when he saw the girl who sat opposite him, a proud smile etched on her face. Then he asked, "Is your surname Miller?" Rachel nodded. For a moment, she'd completely forgotten about the time that she'd denied that her surname was Miller. She was completely unabashed about her lie being exposed. Cyrus pursed his lips and said nothing. She thought he was fuming at the fact that she hadn't told him that she'd known about the engagement. Rachel quickly explained, "Actually, I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose. I really didn't know about it when we first met. And I didn't know how to tell you when I found out later. I thought if you actually knew that I was yo
Rachel could feel nothing but dizziness. She was so excited to the point that impure, dirty thoughts were filling her mind to its capacity. Slightly embarrassed, she said, "This...isn't this a bit of a stretch? We are not even married yet." It wouldn't hurt for her to be a little reserved! Cyrus looked at her and he couldn't help but smile. He said, "A bit of a stretch? I saw that that was what you saved my number as." Rachel was stunned as she screamed inwardly, "Why on earth was it discovered!" He saw her face looking as though the world had ended. Cyrus felt that she was really a precious, adorable girl. Cyrus said, "I'd like to hear you call me that." Rachel opened her mouth but couldn't find her voice. She couldn't help but curse in her heart that she was a good-for-nothing. When she was with Sigrid before, she referred him as her "hubby" so smoothly, without a hitch! However, when she was in front of Cyrus at this moment, her coward