The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 38

Rachel still didn't believe Matthew.

He felt even more tempted by her delicate appearance. "You need to trust me. Since we met, have I ever lied to you? I'm the doctor, and you're the patient. You have to listen to me and cooperate with me!" Rachal was infuriated. Her breathing became rapid, and her chest was heaving.

Matthew not only wanted to sleep with her but also demanded her cooperation? It was too much!

"Matthew, don't push your luck. I know you've helped me, but you can't make such demands. If you keep going on, I'll seriously get angry!"

Matthew sighed. He realized it was hopeless.

Looking at her enticing figure, he could only suppress his desires.

"Your condition isn't severe. If you don't want to treat it now, we can do it later. Let's just sleep. You sleep on the left, and I'll sleep on the right."

With that, Matthew got into bed. Rachel frowned at him. She was contemplating whether to make him sleep on the floor, but then decided to compromise.

She cautiously got into bed. No matter how she tossed and turned, she couldn't sleep.

were tense. She feared

more uneasy she became. She couldn't fall asleep at all with

were carefully guarding against each other. They eventually drifted off to sleep

...

morning, Matthew opened his eyes to find

had been lying, he muttered,

freshened up. There

help prepare for the party. They also went to deliver the invitations to their friends and family. The day passed swiftly. The next

was in high spirits. He announced, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate my wife's birthday and to congratulate my daughter, Rachel, on becoming the president of Wealthwave Group. Let's toast!" Everyone rose to

they sat down again, Malcolm nudged Quinn. "It's

glass and exclaimed, "To celebrate Aunt Yvonne's birthday, I would like to gift her a bracelet worth 100

was somewhat moved. She hadn't expected the usually disrespectful

had elevated now that Rachel

coughed to hide her smile. "Thank you, Quinn. I'll talk to Rae about finding you a

smirk, thinking that Yvonne would

the gift box, smiled, and walked toward