Chapter 472 A Good Actor (1/2)

Marcus got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom as he tied his bathrobe.

”Stop! Marcus, what did you say? Say it again!” Rachel shouted at him.

She was totally confused. Why was Marcus here? What had happened last night? Rachel massaged her head roughly with her hands, trying hard to recollect her memory about what had happened last night. However, she couldn't recall her memory of the night.

All she remembered was drinking with Flora and Marcus. She had no idea what had happened after that. 'Why were she and Marcus sleeping in the same bed? Did anything happen between them?' She had to know!

Marcus turned around and said in a low, yet steady voice, ”I'm sorry.”

Rachel was completely struck by his words. Her face turned pale and her entire body kept trembling as though she was standing on the brink of a deep gulf.

She just sat on the bed with a blank look on her face, holding the quilt tightly with all of her strength.

Finally, she was exhausted like a deflated balloon.

When her husband came back home from work at sunrise, he found that Rachel wasn't in their room.

He also noticed that the bed had remained untouched during the night. It was obvious to him that Rachel didn't sleep in their room last night. Hiram frowned and walked out to ask Carl whether he knew where Rachel was.

Before he could reach Carl's room, he saw Flora, who lived in the diagonally opposite room, walking towards him.

”Hiram, you just got back from work?” Flora asked in surprise. She wore her sportswear. It seemed as though she had just got up and was going out for her morning run.

Hiram stopped and then asked after a slight hesitation, ”Flora, have you seen Rachel?”

”Rachel... Isn't she in your room? Um, we had a few drinks together last night. Rachel, Marcus, and I. It was the three of us. The last time I saw her, was when she said that she had something to talk about with Marcus, and that was when they went to Marcus's room,”

Flora replied, secretly observing the expression on Hiram's face, which changed quickly.

”Which room is Marcus's room?” Hiram asked coldly, with his brows wrinkled.

Without speaking, Flora pointed to the room beside hers.

Hiram walked towards Marcus's room quickly and then knocked on his door loudly.

Marcus who was already dressed glanced toward the bedroom and then walked over to open the door, once he heard the knocking.