Trapped In Lace

Celia's voice sounded a little throaty when she answered, "I'm still at home right now because I have a fever."

"Really? Then I'll come over to see you at noon," Rachel answered.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Marcus is here with me." She coughed a few more times before she hung up the phone. Marcus then came to her with a bowl of millet porridge. He scooped a spoonful, gently blew it, and put it into her mouth. He said, "Good girl. Finish this porridge and take medicine so you can have a good sleep."

But his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the screen with an unusual expression.

It was Eden.

Celia lowered her gaze to hide the disappointment in her eyes. When she raised her head again, she was already smiling as if it was nothing. She then said, "Marcus, give me the bowl. I'll eat it myself while you answer your phone."

Marcus went to the balcony with his phone. As soon as he answered it, he immediately got annoyed with Eden's flattering voice. He asked sulkily, "What's the matter?"

"Your mom and I went shopping in the mall earlier, and we thought of buying you a cashmere shirt. But we don't know your size, so we're not sure if this fits you. Would you like to come over and try it on?"

"No, thanks," he refused coldly.

Without waiting for Eden to speak again, he hung up at once. He was about to go back to Celia's room, but his phone rang again. This time, it was his mother. She asked him to go shop with them, and he could not refuse.

Based on his facial expression, Celia could already tell. Somehow, she felt relieved that he wasn't leaving because of

he found it hard to finish her words, so Rachel comforted her, "Don't think too much. Have a good rest first."

The bloodstains on the wall were not much, so it should not be a big deal. However, the relationship between Celia and Bertha would probably get worse.

When Celia fell asleep, Rachel came out of the bedroom quietly. Jack had already packed up and waved at her, motioning for her to sit on the sofa.

Pursing her lips, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at the wall where they saw the bloodstains earlier. Jack had already cleaned them up, so they weren't visible anymore. "Celia said that the blood was Bertha's. Perhaps she hit her forehead on the wall when Celia pushed her. I don't know how she is now. Shall we go and check on her?"

With a frown, Jack replied, "I'll ask Austin to do that."

She held his arm and leaned on his shoulder. "Thank you, Jack."

His eyes lit upon hearing her words of gratitude. He turned to look at her gloomy face and said, "No need to thank me. After all, you are my woman."

"Will you regret this in the future?" She paused and counted the past with her fingers.

He sat up straight, stared at her, and asked seriously, "Can I regret now?"

Rachel was stunned for a while before she finally realized what he meant. She laughed and pinched his thigh. "You wish!"

After a while, Marcus arrived with a thermos in his hand. When it was Jack who opened the door for him, surprised was written all over his face. With creased brows, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Jack said with a smile, "Don't get me wrong. I'm here with Rachel."