Rachel felt her cheeks heat up without warning.
Instinctively, she wanted to look away.
But in the next second, his fingers were already holding her chin.
"You were staring at me just now. What's wrong? Do you think I'm good-looking?"
She froze, completely unsure how to reply.
Good-looking?
Not good-looking?
No matter what she said, it would probably be the wrong answer!
Rachel's face turned even redder, and she tried to avoid his gaze, but there was nowhere to escape.
Meanwhile, the servant nearby kept her head down, pretending not to notice anything.
But in her heart, a wave of shock was already rising.
Master Jeffrey was clearly treating Miss Diaz differently. Could those rumors be true, was Miss Diaz really going to become the future mistress of the Gray family?
But… wasn't she just a sanitation worker before?
Could Master Jeffrey seriously marry someone like her?
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That night, Rachel lay in bed wide awake.
