The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 583

As observant as Justin was, he noticed Rachel had something on her mind. “Rachel, I have something to show you.”

“Hm?” She stared at him in confusion. “What is it?”

He extended his hand to her and showed her the severed finger that had already been taken care of with gauze. On that slightly yellowed gauze, somebody had drawn a pair of eyes with noticeable eyelashes with a black pen. Below the eyes were the nose and the lips where the tongue was sticking out from.

She was surprised to see it and she burst into laughter. “You drew it?”

“Not me.” Justin wiggled his finger at her. “Charlotte did.”

“Geez.” Rachel sighed in resignation. “You‘re spoiling her too much! You shouldn’t allow her to play with your injured finger. It hasn’t recovered yet.”

“It’s almost time. They’ll remove the bandage soon.” He held her hands as he said casually, “You don’t have to be sad for me. It’s not a big deal and it won’t affect my daily life too much, right? Besides, it isn’t that unsightly, is it?”

How can it not be unsightly? She was trying to retort. However, when she saw the pair of big eyes on his finger staring back at her, she changed her mind. “Well, I’m not sad anymore.”

After a while, the shop owner served them their food.

Justin stared at the clear soup before him. It had a crystal clear soup base with snow-white rice vermicelli and nothing more. The lack of ingredients had made the dish look unattractive.

“Try it! You asked me to order for you earlier. Don’t waste the food.”

He hesitated for a moment. Everyone had their own preferences for flavors and smells, they could not really control themselves in this regard.

Just like there were some people who hated parsley. For them, it was a torture to just smell it. They would never understand what parsley lovers like about it.

As for Justin, he never took a liking to mutton. Even though he said yes without any hesitation a moment ago, he couldn’t find the courage to begin as the scent of the mutton soup overwhelmed his sense of smell. “Rachel, can I not eat them?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then…” As Rachel rejected his request, he could only force himself to try the soup.

However, the soup tasted different compared to what he had expected from a mutton soup.

Justin was surprised. So, he took another spoonful of the soup before he raised his head to her for answers.

Sitting opposite him, Rachel rested her chin in her hands as she winked. “How does the bone broth taste?”

“This is a bone broth?”

“Of course! You’ll never try it twice if it’s mutton soup.”

Rachel had requested the shop owner to change his order to bone broth without Justin’s knowing when he left to order the drinks.

Even though she loved to see the funny look on his face when he was tasting the soup, she would never force him to eat mutton as she knew his preference.

“You’re having fun kidding me, aren’t you?”

“You need to pay the price because you and Jolly ganged up on laughing at me!”

“I didn’t!”

“As if!”

The other party was hesitant to respond.

As night fell, the crescent moon was shining silver in the sky. The moon was a soothing sight while the persons under it were an even more admirable scene.

The next day.

Rachel initiated an investigation on Jefferey’s yearly schedule after the audit of Hudson Pharmaceuticals two years ago and indeed found something that didn’t add up.

“Jefferey’s schedule isn’t private to others. Most of the time he stayed in Riverdale due to his poor health, but he went to the Westhill Turf Club every month in the first half of last year,” Jolly said as she passed the copy of Jefferey’s schedule to Rachel. “The dates that were circled indicate the time he went there. Have you noticed anything?”

Rachel scowled after she perused them. “It has a pattern. He went to the turf club at the beginning of each month.”