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

uneasy she became. She couldn't

hearts were beating anxiously. The two of them were

...

his eyes

the warm spot where Rachel had been lying, he muttered, "What a pity. Nothing happened.

and quickly freshened up.

Rachel to buy clothes, get their hair done, and help prepare for the party. They also went to deliver the invitations to their friends and family. The day passed swiftly. The next day, the birthday party finally began. The Carter residence was filled with

you all for coming to celebrate my wife's birthday and to congratulate my daughter, Rachel, on becoming the

again, Malcolm nudged Quinn. "It's your

celebrate Aunt Yvonne's birthday, I would like to gift her a bracelet worth 100 thousand dollars. I wish her a happy birthday and all the best!" With that, he handed

the usually disrespectful Quinn to be so

As expected, their status had elevated now that Rachel

you, Quinn. I'll talk

lips curled into a smirk, thinking that Yvonne would

box,