Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Chapter 74

Rachel immediately blushed. “Stop it! Don’t be like this!”

Tracy was furious because she thought Matthew was a pervert making a move. But what surprised her more was seeing Rachel flush red.

The ‘Icy Beauty‘ persona she wore around men was gone, now replaced by a shy demeanor akin to that of a young wife.

Could it be that Rachel actually liked this worthless man who had been in prison, divorced, and was also a pervert? But how could that be possible?

Matthew raised an eyebrow as he questioned, “What do you mean ‘don’t be like this‘? I’m just a chauffeur. Handling, this kind of thing isn’t my job. Since I helped you get the article retracted, I should be getting a bonus, no?”

Rachel immediately knew what he meant. She said, “My bad, I misunderstood. I thought

She didn’t finish her sentence because she realized it was inappropriate to say such things out loud, so she immediately kept quiet.

Matthew caught on to what she was trying to say. He teased, “Oh, I get it. You thought I wanted a kiss from you. Why would you think that? Is it because of that illness you have that needs my ‘special‘ treatment?”

Hearing this, Rachel blushed even more furiously. This guy brought it up again. It was obvious that he had bad Intentions toward her. Still, she gritted her teeth without saying anything.

Hearing that Rachel had an illness, Tracy was a bit worried. She asked, “Rae, what’s wrong?”

Rachel didn’t dare to speak of it. She replied, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

It was very embarrassing to talk about her illness. After all, it could only be cured by having sex with a man–which Rachel believed was a lie Matthew made up to bed her anyway. Thus, she never took it seriously.

Tracy felt something was amiss between the two, so she decided to ask Rachel about it once she had the opportunity.

Back at Wealthwave Group, Rachel and Tracy returned to the office

Matthew went to the logistics department, where the security guards, cleaners, and drivers had their rest area. The head of security was gone, and the logistics manager had been dismissed, leaving the place without a leader.

In the staff room, some were watching videos on their phones, while others were drinking tea or chatting away.

Zachary Turner was rallying for votes. When he saw Matthew enter, he was shocked.

This guy looked different from the usual office worker. Could he be the new head of security?

Zachary decided to find out, so he casually offered Matthew a cigarette. He asked, “Haven’t seen you before. Are you new here?”

Matthew accepted the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear. He had quit smoking since he had a daughter. He replied, Yeah, I’m kind of new here.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Zachary smiled as he asked, “You don’t look like a mere security guard. Are you here for the head of security position?”

Matthew shook his head and replied, “I’m here as a chauffeur.”

Zachary felt relieved at that, thinking his chances of getting promoted were still intact. He said, “If you need anything in the company, just let me know. There’s no one I don’t know here.

“You know Ms. Carter, right? The famous Icy Beauty. She smiled at me once, so you know I’m actually quite charming.”

On Rachel’s first day of work, Zachary had helped her carry some boxes, and she thanked him with a smile. He bragged

about it to everyone soon after.

Matthew realized Zachary was using Rachel to elevate his status, so he was worried that he might say something inappropriate about her.

He decided to clarify, “Actually, Ms. Carter is my girlfriend.”

Zachary shook his head and said, “Come on, stop dreaming. We have a few guys in the security team who say the same thing every day. They don’t even have the courage to talk to her. Have you ever spoken to her?”

Matthew was taken aback. He replied, “I’ve been to her house and met her parents. Of course, I’ve talked to her.”

Zachary sneered, “You’ve been to her house? Give me a break. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Why don’t you just say you’ve slept in her bed?”

Matthew nodded. “I’ve slept in her bed too. The bed is not comfortable, though it’s too soft.”

Zachary raised his hand to interrupt, “Stop, I can’t listen to this anymore. How much alcohol did you drink to have such delusions?”

Matthew shrugged. He said, “Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”