My Mute Bride

Chapter 80

Chapter 80 A Feeling That He Will Remember Forever

“What’s the matter?” Hans asked from beside Rachel.

However, she ignored him while typing a line on her phone before sending it out. ‘I came out to the city to see grandma and to buy something along the way.’

‘I happen to be near your grandma’s house. I will pick you up. There is a banquet, and I want you to attend with me.’

Rachel’s expression froze. ‘I haven’t gone to grandma’s yet. I’m still buying things.’

Seeing Rachel’s expression getting more and more ghastly, Hans realized that something was wrong and asked, “What’s wrong? Is Justin looking for you?”

After the notification popped up on her phone again, Rachel only glanced at it, and immediately picked up her bag before rushing out.

I have something to deal with. I’ll take my leave first.

At once, the white car drove away from the alley and drove all the way to the central business district of the main city.

The screen of her mobile phone remained on the interface of her chat with Justin.

‘Well, since you are visiting the mall, buy yourself a dress while you’re at it. Then, come to Grand Mapel Hotel in an hour to accompany me to the dinner party. By the way, I like red.’

Rachel faintly felt that there was something wrong, and her instincts told her that Justin might know something.

Even then, she told herself not to be nervous, or else she would mess everything up.

As quickly as possible, she went to the dress shop and bought a red gown.

“Madam, would you like to try something else?”

No need. Just this one will do.

“Hi. The total would be 43,000.”

Rachel took out a black card from her bag and handed it over. Swipe this.

Across the street, in the black car, the secondary card deduction reminder sounded with a ding.

Justin’s face remained gloomy as always.

The sky gradually darkened.

Rachel arrived at Grand Mapel Hotel before the agreed time. She changed into her high heels before getting out of the car, and as she approached the magnificent hotel door in front of her, she took a deep breath and squeezed her handbag.

‘I’m here. Where are you?’ She sent a message over and waited for Justin’s reply.

“1204”

Without any further elaboration, a series of room numbers appeared on the screen of her mobile phone. Rachel was taken aback for a moment and replied, ‘Okay.’

After getting out of the elevator, she walked toward the room while feeling unsettled along the way.

Ding-dong.

As soon as the doorbell was pressed, the door opened up. A tall figure shrouded the lights, making her subconsciously half a step back, but upon seeing Justin’s attire and suit, her hanging heart slowly settled.

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As soon as she entered the door, Rachel asked her question.

Behind him came a clicking sound, signaling the door being locked.

“Why don’t you ask me why I decided to take you to the party all of a sudden?”

Rachel was taken aback for a moment. You said to never question whatever you said.

“Wow. I see that you have taken everything that I have said to heart, huh?”

Justin’s big hand stroked her hair and touched her earlobe. Feeling that, Rachel trembled.

What is up with you?

“The dress looks good. Did you choose it yourself? How long did it take?”

Rachel’s skin was very fair. Against the redness of her dress, her lips appeared even redder and her teeth even whiter. She looked like a rose—delicate and radiant.

Not long. There were not too many red dresses in the store.

“Have you managed to see your grandma?” Justin asked nonchalantly as his hand on her earlobe slid down onto the nape of her neck.

Not yet.

All of a sudden, Rachel gasped.

Justin squeezed her neck but didn’t put any strength into it. “Was it ‘not yet’, or you never planned to go at all?”

At this point, Rachel’s eyes remained clear and innocent; she only looked at him in panic.

As the grip on her neck got tighter and tighter, the air pressure around her ears got lower as well. “Since you have signed the divorce agreement, why are you in such a hurry to come and accompany me to the dinner party? Why didn’t you go to see your grandma? Hmm?”

Rachel returned to her senses abruptly. Old Mr. Burton told me to sign it.

“Are you meaning to say that it was not your intention?”

Rachel shook her head.

“Okay.” Justin laughed and turned his face to look away at something. “Then tell me: Where did you go this afternoon? And who did you meet?”

Rachel was immediately taken aback upon realizing that he had found out.

I don’t know what you are talking about.

“Still lying to me?” Justin strangled her neck fiercely. “Who is that man? Who is that man that made you run out to see him multiple times?”

Rachel was choked out of breath for an instant, and there was a hoarse and unpleasant sound in her throat.

Justin had never once felt what he was feeling at this moment—it was a feeling of burning rage in his chest that could never be extinguished. The image of her chatting and laughing with that man in the old

district three days ago was imprinted on his brain, lingering in his mind.

Rachel had never smiled like that in front of him, not even once.

He was jealous—crazily jealous.

The feeling of being influenced by emotions was very bad, and he didn’t like it one bit, so he didn’t go to the villa for the past three days, thinking that he could get past his irrational state that way—until today, when he saw the signed divorce agreement.

All of the suppressed emotions exploded in an instant, like a wildfire raging across the wasteland, getting absolutely out of control.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Who is that man that you went to meet, and what is your relationship with him?”

Rachel shook her head desperately, her face turning blue.

Justin’s face became more and more serious. “Still refusing to tell the truth, huh. Then how dare you say that you did not sign the agreement voluntarily! I bet you would risk your life for this man, wouldn’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll grant you your wish!”

In the next second, Rachel was thrown onto the bed, whereupon she hit the back of her head against the edge of the bed. Tears overflowed from her eyes, but she ignored the pain and only shrank back in horror.

His big, cool hands grabbed her thin ankles and separated them fiercely.

“Ah!”

With a ripping sound, the red dress was torn in the air.

“Rachel Hudson, remember that you were sold to me by your father. Even if you are disabled, as long as I haven’t had enough fun with you, you can never leave the Burton family. Where did he touch you? Here? Or here?”

The friction on her skin made Rachel yell, and her hoarse voice echoed in the room.

After the madness, the bed was a mess.

Rachel was trembling on the bedside while clutching the bed sheet tightly with both hands, as if that was her last piece of dignity. Her eyes were red, and her focus was gone.

Justin sorted the cuffs of his suit, turned around to see her disheveled state, and reached his hand out toward her.

Rachel trembled fiercely and quickly retreated back to the corner of the bed while holding the quilt.

Justin frowned, suppressing the inaudible annoyance in his eyes, and said coldly, “So you feel humiliated? You’d better remember this feeling. If I catch you cheating again, it will be more than that.”

With a bang, the door closed, and the door frame even trembled.

Rachel looked at the TV cabinet with almost lifeless eyes while her tears fell.

In the corridor of the hotel.

As soon as Justin came out, Frankie quickly followed. “Mr. Burton, the dinner has already begun, and we are all waiting for you.”

“They are all here?”

“Mr. Howard of Vortex Networks, Mr. Quill of Omega Productions, and—”

As if he hadn‘t heard him, Justin listened with a sullen face and suddenly said, “Go and investigate the man that I saw in the old district that day.”

“What?”

The man whom she refused to name even at the brink of death.