"Miss Diaz, as long as Mr. Jeffrey agrees, you can be discharged anytime," the doctor said.
Rachel felt a strange feeling settle in her chest. Did she really need Jeffrey's permission to leave the hospital now?
"Alright, I understand," she replied.
After the doctor and nurse left, she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.
A delicate face stared back at her, arched brows, almond-shaped eyes, a small nose, and lips that had a faint, pink shine under the light.
A face like this might be considered pretty among regular people, but Jeffrey was always surrounded by women who were way more beautiful.
Compared to them, she felt… kind of plain.
What did Jeffrey even see in her?
Rachel let out a bitter smile.
Maybe it was just because she had mistaken him for a homeless man at first, and now he was just playing along with this weird brother-sister thing for fun.
She lifted her hand and gently touched her lips, remembering the moment he had kissed her.
