The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 237

How could Tracy be afraid of sleeping in her own house? Matthew couldn't even be bothered to come up with a believable lie.

Rachel just couldn't understand why Matthew would suddenly develop feelings for someone else, especially right after being so intimate with Rachel.

It kept her up all night. She could think of one reason why, but she couldn't be sure of it.

Sensing that a breakup was imminent, she got straight to the point. "Did you feel like you weren't… satisfied with my performance? Is that why you ditched me and chose Tracy instead?"

What? Matthew looked at Rachel in shock. Rachel was as beautiful as Aphrodite. She looked adorable even when she was mad. How could she say things like that?

He looked at her breasts, which were heaving because of her anger. His throat went dry at once. "You were too desperate then, Rachel. I didn't have time to savor it. Why don't we do it right now, so that I can feel it properly?"

As he spoke, he laid a hand on her. Rachel screamed when she felt his touch. She looked at him, her face turning red. "I was having a serious conversation with you. You… pervert!"

With that, she turned and ran. Matthew chased after her at once. "Things haven't been cleared up yet. How can you leave?"

Rachel ran to the next floor and headed toward the elevator. Matthew's touch had made her knees weak. She'd nearly fallen right into his arms. She couldn't bear to face him again.

"I'm going to a meeting. We'll continue talking about this next time!"

Matthew paused in his steps and watched her take the elevator down. He sniffed his hand as if savoring her lingering scent.

After standing there for a long time, he stopped thinking about Rachel. His mentor had given him his third mission, which was to find "Gugleni Compendium."

The founder of the Gugleni Sect was Jorgen Solomon. He came from a family of traditional doctors. It was time Matthew visited the Solomons.

There was a village in the Kleinen district of Lambda City called Solomon Garden. Everyone in the village was a Solomon.

There were a few old men playing chess and gambling by the roadside. Children whizzed around on skateboards. A man with tousled hair draped all over his shoulders was digging through the trash not far off.