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“Love is like beautiful scenery. The couple travels hand in hand, but both of them have the choice to get off midway. You will eventually meet your Mr. Right, who can go to the same destination with you.” Old Mrs. Jones reached out and stroked Rachel’s thin cheeks. “Good girl, people live for themselves, not for others. Being trapped by love will only make you lose your true self.”
Rachel gazed at Old Mrs. Jones, and her fragile face broke into a smile. “Thank you for your enlightening words.”
“Thank you for coming and chatting with me.” Old Mrs. Jones burst out laughing cheerfully.
Time flew. Old Mrs. Jones uncontrollably yawned.
Rachel saw the scene and said, with a touch of apology on her face, “I’m sorry. I forgot the time. You just got out of the hospital, so you should have a good rest.”
With that, Rachel rose to her feet and was about to leave.
But Old Mrs. Jones took Rachel’s hand and stopped her. “It’s rare for to talk with me. What about having dinner here before leaving?”
“Old Mrs. Jones, I…”
Before Rachel declined Old Mrs. Jones’s invitation, Old Mrs. Jones hurriedly interrupted, ‘I know I am an old lady, and young people like you dislike me. You always have your hands full, and you don’t even have time to have a meal with me.”
After saying that, Old Mrs. Jones glanced at Rachel, dropped her head disappointingly, and sighed. “Since you want to leave, then leave now. Anyway, I’m used to being alone all these years.”
“I…” Rachel didn’t have the heart to reject Old Mrs. Jones. She remembered her maternal grandfather had once complained to her about her busy life. All these years. Rachel had spent little time accompanying her maternal grandfather. Would he feel lonely in the spacious mansion of the Johnson family?
Thinking about this, Rachel compromised and quietly let out a sigh. “I can stay here, but you need to get some rest now.”
“Well, I promise you.” Afraid that Rachel would backtrack, Old Mrs. Jones hastily responded, “You can’t coax me and go back on your words.”
Seeing Old Mrs. Jones act like a spoiled child, Rachel chuckled and replied, “Don’t worry. I won’t lie to you.”
After sending Old Mrs. Jones back to her bedroom, Rachel was led by the maid to a guest room.
It was a black–and–white room, revealing a cold atmosphere and its luxury.
Rachel looked around the room’s furnishings. The scent of fir permeated the air.
She then stepped on the soft wool rug and went to the window.
The window provided an awesome view, displaying everything outside. Rachel had a wonderful time gazing at the garden.
The amazing scenery of the garden demonstrated the owner’s good taste in architecture.
As Rachel was immersed in her thoughts, her phone on the bed rang. Rachel knew who would call her at this time without looking at it.
Rachel’s slender fingertips swiped across the screen, and she picked up the call.
“Rachel, why aren’t you in the hospital?” Mary’s voice was heard through the phone.
Rachel curled her lips. “I’m outside. I won’t be coming there for the time being. I need you to help me talk to the doctor.”
“I’m glad that you’re okay.” Mary quietly sighed on the other end of the line. “I talked to the doctor just now. We can proceed with the discharge papers tomorrow.”
Rachel replied, “Great.”
“Also…” Mary hesitated for a moment before she said with a chuckle, “My studio recently received a new order, and the other party is from the Shain family. She specifically requested you to be her designer, so…”
Although Mary was the eldest daughter of the Green family and also the heiress, her mind was not set on inheriting the family business. Instead, she was more inclined to the design industry.
Five years ago, Mary decided to invest in her hobby and opened a high–end custom dress studio called “Redamancg“. It took half a year for the studio to become famous before it finally became the darling of the fashion industry.
These days, the studio was not only a brand highly sought after by famous women, but it also had a brand value of over 20 million dollars.
One of the studio’s designers named “Queen” was particularly sought after. The clothes she designed were rare to come by, and they became fashion pieces that many celebrities competed for.
Because of this, many fashion brands recognized designer Queen’s value and wanted to poach her. But she kept her identity a secret and did not give anyone clues, so gradually, people lost their drive to uncover her identity.
Rachel pondered for a moment before saying lightly, “Sure. But there are many things I need to deal with after returning to the Johnson family. So, it will take longer than usual.”
“It’s alright. The other party said that as long as you agree, she can wait for no matter how long it takes. She also said that her biggest dream in life is to be able to wear a dress designed by you on her wedding day,” Mary said. She could not conceal the excitement in her voice. “Babe, I look forward to you returning to us and leading us to the top.”
Rachel smiled. “Alright, wait for me. We’ll be back at the top in no time at all.”
After the phone call ended, Rachel thought of the reason why she started designing wedding dresses in the first place, and her smile unknowingly faded.
At that time, she had fantasized about every wedding dress she touched. She had dreamed of walking toward Louis while wearing a dress that she designed by herself, but the reality turned out to be completely different. She thought to herself, “There is nothing sadder than trying to touch the heart of a person who has never reciprocated my feelings.”
Before Rachel had time to dwell on her sadness, a loud clang was heard outside the door.
Clang!
It sounded like something breaking.
The loud noise startled Rachel, and she rushed outside to see what had happened.
“Miss Grey.” Rosie was bending over to pick up some ceramic shards on the ground. When she heard Rachel, Rosie looked up at her with an apologetic smile. “Look at me. I’ve become so clumsy due to my old age. I accidentally broke this because I didn’t get a good grip on the flower pot. Did I scare you?”
“No,” Rachel replied. She bent down and helped Rosie to pick up the remaining pieces. “Let me help.”
“Oh,” Rosie cried out softly. “No, no. Let me do it myself. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”
Rachel smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”
Rosie’s heart melted when she saw the sight of Rachel kneeling on the ground and picking up the broken pieces.
She finally understood why Rachel was so well–liked by Old Mrs. Jones.