Have I Told You Lately
Chapter 27: Where Did You Come From?

They stopped at the gate of the hotel and Rachel got off the car.

Having received her message, Osmond had been waiting at the gate. He found her in one piece and breathed a sigh of relief, "Rachel."

"So sorry that I made you worried." Rachel smiled in embarrassment.

"It's good enough to have you back." Osmond smiled softly and stroked her hair.

Witnessing such an intimate interaction, Kenneth gave up having more talk with Rachel in private and closed the car door heavily. He tossed the key to the parking boy and walked towards the hotel.

Rachel froze and shouted, "Ke..."

She only called out one syllable, but the man didn't turn around and walked away.

Rachel felt weird and didn't understand what was going on.

Osmond watched the man walking away, and asked in hesitation, "Did you...have a fight?"

Rachel suddenly felt down and shook her head, "No, we didn't."

They just had a meal. Maybe...he was angry because he didn't feel full.

Osmond thought she was just tired and said gently, "You have been through a lot today. Let's go back and have some rest."

Monica had already fell asleep, so Rachel only said goodbye to Osmond before heading back to her room. She took a bath in the bathtub and almost fell asleep.

She came out of the water and covered herself with a robe. She was so exhausted that she didn't even change her clothes before engaging in a heavy sleep.

Next day, her biological clock made her get up early like usual,

Because Osmond was occupied with other things, she took Monica to the cafe for breakfast.

While picking food with Monica at the buffet table, she saw Kenneth coming forward with Sabrina. They were both wearing casual clothes and looked gorgeous. Kenneth was over 180cm tall, and Sabrina was about 170cm. It seemed they were perfect for each other.

While she was looking at them, Kenneth glanced at her too. Their eyes met, but Kenneth looked away immediately.

Rachel pursed her lips and looked down to pick food while asking Monica's preference.

After a while, Monica pulled her clothes and pointed to a small cake, looking at her with expectation.

"You want this?"

Monica nodded.

Rachel smiled, "OK, I will get you one piece."

Actually, she wanted it too. Pregnant women liked sweeties.

She cut a small piece for Monica and then cut a big one for herself. Whiling turning around, she didn't notice the waiter passing by and was about to knock at the hot soup in his hands. At this moment, she blanked out and didn't know what to do.

When she regained her consciousness, she heard a familiar scolding, "Rachel! What were you thinking? Why didn't you hide!"

Looking at the cake on his coat and then his serious charming face, Rachel smiled in embarrassment, "Where...Where did you come from?"

The man got the cake off his coat, and drew some tissues to clean himself, sneering, "Why didn't I notice before that you were so stupid and didn't take a brain to go out?"

Rachel's face turned dark. That was totally the result of conditioned reflex. She had no time to think.

Besides, during their marriage, how often did he see her? He had no right to call her stupid.

The bastard!

She gritted her teeth and even wanted to smash the other piece of cake onto his coat.