The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)
Chapter 22

Rachel knew Martin's decision was final. With a sigh, she said, "Alright, I'll notify them." Then, she led Matthew out of the courtyard. Matthew frowned. It was clear Martin was leveraging Rachel's new role as president to settle old scores and boost his standing.

However, the other Carters were against Rachel's appointment, and the upcoming birthday party looked set to become a battleground for the president's position. Sensing Matthew's concern, Rachel explained, "I call the shots at the company, but at home, my word means nothing.

"Like with Brandon earlier, I knew someone was stirring trouble, hence why you had to defend yourself. But... my father used it as an excuse to give you a hard time." Was this an apology or an explanation? Matthew couldn't tell. Rachel's tone was cold, without a hint of remorse, like an iceberg-unapproachable and freezing.

He couldn't help but recall his earlier diagnosis. Rachel had health issues and needed sex to stabilize her mood. Without it, her demeanor would only grow colder. Matthew slowed his pace. As Rachel walked ahead, he found himself mesmerized by the sway of her hips, which was as alluring as twin volcanoes. He rubbed his hands together.

He felt a surge of desire. He needed to act fast, or her personality would become even colder.

Rachel noticed Matthew falling behind and turned to him. "Why are you stopping?"

Momentarily distracted by her captivating yet frosty expression, Matthew blurted out, "Where am I sleeping tonight?"

Rachel was taken aback. It hadn't crossed her mind where Matthew would stay.

Fred wanted her to build a genuine connection with Matthew to demonstrate to the other three branches of the Carter family that, despite being a woman, she had a strong man backing her. But how should she prove it?

Sharing a room would undoubtedly spread the news through the house staff and solidify their relationship in the eyes of the other families.

But sharing a room with Matthew, especially after his comment about her needing a man, felt like walking into a trap.

After a moment of contemplation, Rachel decided Fred's directive was more critical. "Tonight, you'll sleep in my room."

Matthew was astonished. This was unexpected. Perhaps Rachel had taken his diagnosis seriously and wanted to be close to him.

The thought of holding her fiery body excited him instantly. Matthew hadn't had sex in three years, and the anticipation of having sex with such a beauty filled him with eagerness. "Alright, I'll do as you say," he murmured.

Rachel saw his excitement and snickered.

As the two reached a courtyard's entrance, Rachel linked arms with Matthew. "This is my uncle Malcolm Carter's house. Try to speak less once we go inside."

Matthew nodded.

Inside the study, Malcolm was shocked by the information Quinn had shared. "An ex-convict, divorced, with a child and no career...

"How could the proud and entitled Rachel choose such a loser? Are you sure this is accurate?"

Quinn took out his phone. "Dad, this is what Logan found. It details Matthew's imprisonment, the reasons behind it, everything. There's even a picture of his home in the rural village. It's definitely him." Malcolm examined the information, and his grin widened. "Quinn, this is your chance!"

Quinn was excited. "Dad, you mean to take over the position of president? But Grandpa is still around. Isn't that risky?"

Malcolm glared at Quinn. "You fool! The old man doesn't have much time left. This is our opportunity."