Rachel's first instinct was that Jeffrey would target that small restaurant.
A trendy place with a promising future, it could easily fall into uncertainty under his influence.
If he could do that to a budding company, what chance did a small eatery have?
"I... I never thought about that," she stammered, hoping Sister Lauren's restaurant wouldn't suffer because of her.
After all, she could see that Sister Lauren was a good person, and she had a deaf son, which must have made life quite burdensome.
"That's good to hear. Then you can stay here peacefully for now," Jeffrey replied with a smile.
Rachel bit her lip, remaining silent.
Jeffrey took both of Rachel's hands and pressed her palms against his cheek. "Since you insist on finding a job for yourself, I'll let you. But no matter how late you come home each night, you need to say goodnight to me, okay?"
She was taken aback, not expecting him to make such a request.
