Chapter 545

Rachel Walters misunderstood Alexander Barron’s intention as she watched his back and gave a faint smile. If she wasn’t imagining things, her “Brother Alexander” had just smiled. A determined gleam flickered in her amber eyes. Meanwhile, on the way home, Sarah Knight held onto a bag of goods and mulled things over. Earlier in the day, she’d noticed Rachel arriving with a box of pastries, clearly trying to evoke some nostalgic charm to cozy up to Alexander and make her presence felt. Sarah had felt annoyed back then. Pastries? Seriously? It’s not rocket science or anything. But as she approached the house and spotted a strange car in the driveway—a car that had been there since morning—her mood took a hit. She could easily recognize it as Rachel’s vehicle. “Great, just great,” she muttered to herself bitterly, her gaze briefly flashing with irritation. By the time she stepped into the living room, the sound of Rachel’s cheerful laugh only deepened her disgust. Still, she forced a smile