Chapter 384 Random Matchmaking
"Mom," Natalie said, looking at Rosalie.
The TV blared in the background. Natalie glanced at Rosalie's worn face, and Raymond's image popped into her mind.
"Mom, I saw a guy at work who looked just like Ryan. Same age too," Natalie said.
Rosalie's face was a mix of sadness and guilt.
"Mom," Natalie called again.
Rosalie snapped out of it and looked at her. "Natalie, I'm so sorry about Ryan." Tears streamed down her face. "I collected his body myself. He and your dad were crushed by a truck. They were unrecognizable." She choked up.
Natalie regretted bringing it up, seeing Rosalie's pain.
She hugged her. "It's in the past, Mom. Let it go."
Natalie knew she shouldn't mention it again without solid proof. She needed to find out if Raymond was really Ryan or connected to him. Otherwise, she'd just give Rosalie false hope.
Rosalie's health was fragile; she couldn't handle more stress.
That night, after Rosalie went to bed, Natalie sat in the living room, turned off the lights, and left the TV on. She watched a show while knitting a scarf. When she finished, she tried it on and decided to keep it. She'd knit another for Ryan tomorrow.
At the Newman house, a black BMW pulled up, and Raymond got out. The butler hurried over. "Mr. Newman, you're back."
Raymond tossed him the keys and walked inside. It was 11 PM, but Grace Newman was still awake. She came downstairs when she heard him. "You're finally back. You've been coming home later and later. I didn't know you had so many friends in Vachilit."
Raymond headed upstairs, loosening his tie. "Mom, since when did you become so nosy?"
"Did you get a girlfriend?" Grace asked.
"Yeah, Mom, in your imagination," Raymond replied.
"You're not that young. Find someone already. You're so great, and so many women are interested. Anyone you like?" Grace pressed.
"No," Raymond chuckled. "I'm not even 26 yet, Mom. Why the rush?"
"How can I not be?" Grace said. "You have so many admirers, and you don't like any of them?"
Raymond continued upstairs to his room on the third floor.
Grace followed. "Fine, if you don't like any of them, at least tell me your type. I'll find someone for you."
Raymond reached the third floor and turned to her. "Mom, it's late. Get some rest. You didn't stay up just to ask me this, did you?"
"Adrian's about to have a son. His fiancée, though not from a wealthy family, is pretty. She's over eight months pregnant. Once she gives birth, the Howards will probably have a wedding. You should spend more time with them. How about Rachel? Our families are close. Tomorrow, I'll visit Claire from the Howards. Come along and meet Rachel."
Raymond furrowed his brow slightly. "Mom, you're just making random matches, aren't you?"
He and Rachel from the Howard family? It was completely impossible.
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