Chapter 175
My Mute Bride
Charlotteâs expression changed and she frowned when she said, âIâm not doing it.â
âCharlotte, since itâs going to be a gift for your aunt, then you should be making it yourself. Thatâs how you show your sincerity,â Rachel said patiently.
âIf I do it myself, then what would I need you for? Arenât all of you here to work for me?â
All of you? When Rachel heard that, she placed the pastry bag down. âIâm done.â
Charlotteâs eyes widened as she stared at Rachel. âWhat are you doing?â
While taking off her gloves, Rachel said calmly, âI donât care how accommodating the women who came before were toward your temper, but when it comes to me, you have to prepare your own gift for another person. You can learn if you donât know how to do it, but if you refuse to participate, I wonât help you with the cookies.â
âYouâre not doing it? Then Iâll tell Daddy that youâre mean to me!â
Rachel froze, for she never expected that Charlotte would use this as her weapon. Judging from how confident she sounded, she was sure that this trick had worked wonders everytime.
Just how has Justin been educating her all these years?
After taking off her apron, Rachel said in a huff, âFine. Tell him just that.â
Charlotte was obviously stunned.
âIâm busy, so Iâm leaving now,â Rachel said curtly and walked toward the door.
âI didnât say you can leave yet!â Charlotte shouted, and Rachel heard her stomping her feet behind her.
As though she hadnât heard anything, Rachel continued walking without turning back, and just when she was about to reach the door, Charlotte yelled loudly from behind, âI can give it a try!â
Immediately, Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned to look toward the kitchen, only to see Charlotteâs tiny face flushing red with reluctance. It was as if this was the first time she had yielded, and she was highly unwilling to do it.
âI mean, I can give it a try, but I wonât make a lot of it!â
Despite that, Rachel was already relieved. Looks like she can still be corrected.
Then, she passed the pastry bag to Charlotte and stood behind her as she held her hand to teach her.
âItâs very simple, actually. Just like how you usually draw, the cookies can be any shape you want it to be.â
In a mechanical and indifferent manner, Charlotte allowed her to move her hand as she pleased.
âLetâs try to draw a baby tortoise. Here, weâll start with the shell, and then the headâ¦â
After the shape of a tortoise appeared on the baking tray, Charlotte straightened her back and her eyes sparkled. âItâs really a baby tortoise!â she exclaimed in her baby voice that was full of surprise.
âWe can even draw a piglet.â
âOkay! My aunt loves piglets!â
This time, Charlotte was very focused, and she followed the movement of her hands with her eyes carefully.
âDid you learn it? Would you like to try it by yourself?â
âOkay! Iâll give it a try.â
When Charlotte had successfully drawn out a piglet by herself, Rachel stroked her head and complimented her. âYouâre great. It looks amazing!â
Charlotte actually appeared a little shy while she was scratching her head. âBut why do I think that it looks a little ugly? Itâs not as pretty as yours.â
âJust make a few more. Youâre so smart. Youâve done so well at the first try, so Iâm sure youâll get better after a few more tries.â
That was encouraging to Charlotte, so she suddenly became pumped up. When Justin returned home, he immediately smelled the scent of cookies in the house.
âWhereâs Charlotte?â he asked.
A servant replied, âMiss Charlotte is upstairs. Sheâs probably tired after baking the whole afternoon.â
Baking? Justin wondered. When he thought of Charlotteâs impatient personality, he had no expectations of the cookies she made, so he directly went upstairs after handing the servant his jacket.
Something suddenly came into the servantâs mind, and she said, âSir, someone by the name of Miss Hudson is here, and Miss Charlotte seems to like her a lot. Sheâs upstairs now after playing with Miss Charlotte the whole afternoon.â
In an instant, that woman came into his mind, which made him frown and quicken his steps to the second floor.
The childâs bedroom was quiet on the second floor, and when he was about to push the door open to take a look, the person inside happened to open the door. They both almost walked right into each other. Rachel gasped in surprise and staggered, but Justin held her by the waist quickly with his lightning reflexes.
The fall she was expecting didnât happen, and she felt a tight grip on her waist. After lifting her head, she saw that Justinâs face was just inches away from hers, and she couldnât avoid looking at it even if she wanted to do so.
âWhy are you here?â
âI should be the one asking you that!â Justin said as his eyes gradually turned cold. âWhat did you tell Charlotte?â
âDonât worry. I didnât tell her anything.â Rachel regained her balance and looked at the door from the corner of her eyes. The look in them was one of gentleness. âShe thought Iâm just a woman whoâs here to look for you.â
Only then did Justinâs face relax a little, but his tone remained aloof. âYouâre not the first woman to show up here. Donât think I have no idea whatâs on your mind.â
âIâm just here to ask you about something. What could possibly be on my mind?â While looking at his sullen face, she took a step closer and whispered in such a low voice that her breath tickled his ears as she spoke. âDid you think that Iâm here to reconcile with you?â
The womanâs face that was so close to his was beautiful and confident, but her eyes were innocent. As Justin looked into those eyes, he let his guard down for a few seconds, and some fragmented images flashed through his mind.
All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his temples.
âJustin?â Rachel called upon seeing the weird look on his face.
Jolted back to his senses, he abruptly grabbed her hand and said, âNo matter what youâre planning, Iâm telling you now that itâs impossible.â
From their âchance encounterâ at the club to her sudden appearance at the exhibition and her showing up at his house on this day, these three encounters were enough to show that nothing was a coincidence. What is this woman planning to do?
She gasped in pain and cried, âLet go! Youâre hurting me!â However, his hand remained on hers tightly.
âYouâve gotten it wrong. Iâm really here to look for you because of work.â
âWhy didnât you look for me at my office if itâs about work? Instead, you came here and even baked cookies with my daughter?â
âSheâs also my daughter.â
Justinâs eyes darkened. âFor five years, you didnât show up even once and never fulfilled your most basic responsibility of a mother. Yet, you still have the cheek to say sheâs your daughter?
With her brows furrowed together, she asked, âYou really donât remember anything at all?â
If she could have brought her daughter with her back then, she would have definitely done it, but she couldnât because Justin had forced her to a corner. Despite that, his current attitude made it seem like she was the one in the wrong.
How amazing it is to be amnesiac. He deleted his past and accepted everything that had happened in the past while Iâm the only one suffering all the pain for five years, she thought. After this man in front of her d hurt her completely, he could actually forget all about it and lead a happy, blissful life with their daughter.
âIt canât be anything good if I can forget those memories so easily,â Justin said nonchalantly. Every word was so sharp that it pierced Rachelâs ears.
âThat may not be true. Maybe the days you forgot were the happy days.â Instead of getting mad, she ran her fingers through her hair. The way she did that made her appear young and innocent in spite of the womanly charm she carried; any other man who saw her like this would have stared at her. âIf you werenât waiting for my return, then why didnât you get married to Amber after five years of engagement?â
Her words caught him by surprise.