Her slender hands fumbled to pick up the phone and saw that it was nine o'clock.
She got up quickly, brushed her teeth, washed her face, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.
Before going downstairs, she suddenly looked at the mirror seriously, smoothing her thick hair that looked like seaweed on her head, and applied lipstick on her lips.
She had never taken care of herself this seriously before.
She was strangely sure that he and Cora should be downstairs.
She had to admit, she actually wanted to see him a little.
She walked downstairs cheerfully and scanned the hall.
There was no one, only a few servants cleaning the table. They must have just finished their meal not long ago.
Her heart felt slightly empty. Could they be in the yard?
Rachel trotted to the yard. Just as she reached the door, she saw a black Bentley at the entrance driving away.
Rachel froze for a moment. She had missed him by just a little.
