My Darling, My Dearest

Although Jack failed this time, he wasn't discouraged. As a matter of fact, he now came up with another idea, so he asked Austin to print out a survey form and distribute it to every employee. The survey form was a one-whole A4 size paper, but there was only one question in it—"How does your partner coax you when you are angry?"

In this way, he could gather many different ideas and strategies.

From the answers of his employees, he could choose one or more effective strategies that he could apply to Rachel. Of course, he would make some changes to make them look like his original ideas. Rachel also wondered why Jack seemed to have so many strange thoughts lately.

She would soon go abroad, so every night, she would lock herself in the study and sort out the books on the shelves.

The books were quite old, and the pages had been flipped several times, but they were well preserved. She was obsessed with these books, and she couldn't bear to see any of them being scratched, torn, or dirtied.

Jack came in with a plate of fruits in his hand. Seeing her busy sorting out her books, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. However, she just caught a glimpsed of the plate in his hand, then went back to what she was doing expressionlessly.

"Rachel, you must be tired. Sit down first and have some fruits."

He poked a slice of melon with a fork and handed it to her.

Surprised, she leaned back and frowned slightly.

"Honey, please try this. I've just brought this from the supermarket this afternoon."

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the fruit in front of her. No matter how disgusted she looked, he seemed not to mind it. He still continued to coax her.

Left with no choice, she opened her mouth and ate the melon. She then pointed at the table and said calmly, "Just leave it there. I'll eat it later."

"It's okay. I have nothing to do, so let me feed you."

Feeling that this method was effective, Jack was a bit complacent. He was happy at the thought that her attitude towards him would finally change this time.

However, Rachel just looked at him with a gloomy face without saying anything.

So, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go out first."

In the living room downstairs, he kept on walking back and forth, taking a glance at the second floor from time to time. He wanted to have more opportunities to stay by her side, so he was thinking of some possible ways.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

He took it out and stared at the screen for a moment. He then answered it but didn't say anything.

Celine's nervous voice came at the other end of the line, "Jack, my wound is inflamed. It hurts a lot." "I'm not a doctor."

That was all he said before he hung up. Without second thoughts, he blocked her number on his phone.

After putting back his phone in his pocket, he quickly walked to the kitchen and prepared a midnight snack for Rachel.

However, when he took the milk and the omelet to the study, the light inside was already off. She had returned to the bedroom and locked the door.

He went to the bedroom and knocked on the door. "Rachel, I made some midnight snack for you. Please come out and eat this."

There was no answer. The room was very quiet.

Eventually, he was the one who ate both the untouched fruits and midnight snack that he prepared.

His methods didn't work this time either.

In the next few days, Jack didn't use any methods anymore, but he became extremely shameless.

He followed her wherever she went.

Fortunately, Rachel seemed not to mind. She didn't object or scold him.

Because of her attitude, he thought of it as a silent acquiescence, which could be considered as a good beginning.

He couldn't wait for the time that everything between them went back to normal. When that time came, he would gradually confess to her all the things he hid about Celine.

That day, he was about to pick her up from the hospital when Jonathan called and asked him to go home for dinner. He didn't give any confirmation. Instead, he just said that he would try to drop by if he had time.

When they were on their way home, he turned to Rachel and asked, "Dad just called and asked me to go home for dinner. Do you want to go?"

Surprise flashed across her face but disappeared quickly. She then nodded silently.

The last time she went to the Fu family's house, she made everything clear to Jonathan, and he promised not to interfere. She wondered why he suddenly invited them to dinner.

Jack and Rachel were in the living room.

Tracy, still wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in her hands. She said, "Time for dinner."

She wasn't updated with Jack and Rachel's lives since the two of them hadn't visited her for a long time.

That was why she urged Jonathan to call them and asked them to come over. She even went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients of their favorite dishes and cooked them by herself. Rachel greeted her first, then asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He's still upstairs. Go wash your hands. I'll just call him." She went a few steps upstairs and shouted, "Dinner is ready!" Jonathan came down immediately and gave her a disgusted look. "Can't you keep your voice down?"

"Then why didn't you take the initiative to come downstairs?" Although Tracy's voice was low, Rachel clearly heard her.

It reminded her of their bickering moments that she witnessed.

Before, she wished that she and Jack would also be like them someday. But now, she felt that it would never come true anymore. Jonathan waved his hand and said, "Never mind.

The four of them went to the table. Jack swiftly pulled a chair for her and said, "Rachel, sit here."

"Thank you," she replied politely.

Hearing what she said, Tracy subconsciously said, "Why are you so polite? Anyway, let's sit down and eat."

Rachel felt a little embarrassed.

And when she saw that Jack was putting some food on her plate, she couldn't help saying, "You don't have to do that. I can do it."

But Jack wanted to take this opportunity to please her, so he replied, "It's alright. I like doing this to you." She suddenly lost her appetite, so after eating a little, she put down her chopsticks casually and said, "I'm full now. Enjoy your dinner."

Tracy had been observing Jack and Rachel keenly, and she could tell that something wasn't right between the two of them.

Although she was itching to ask, she felt like it wasn't a good time.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little awkward.

Jonathan seemed to have lost his appetite too because he ate less than usual. He wiped his mouth and said, "Rachel, come with me to the study."

Jack and Tracy were left at the table.

Tracy immediately moved to the seat next time Jack and inquired curiously, "Son, did you fight? Rachel looks sad today!"

"No, we didn't. Maybe she's a little tired from work." As much as possible, Jack didn't want his parents to know that he and Rachel were having some issues.

But as his mother, Tracy knew him well, so she didn't believe it. "Do you think I didn't notice? You two are very obvious."

Since he couldn't hide anything from his mother, he admitted. "It's not a big deal. I can coax her. "You better be. Remember, I am waiting for my grandson." She then picked up a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and put it into his bowl. "I can see that you have lost a lot of weight. Ear more."

In the study, Jonathan lit a cigarette and took a drag as a habit. But when he suddenly remembered that Rachel was there, he was about to put it out.

Knowing that it was his habit, she stopped him. "It's alright, Dad. You can smoke."

Jonathan took another drag and said, "Don't worry. I'm already old, so I don't smoke that much now. I just want one when I'm in a bad mood."

Rachel didn't say anything.

Jonathan checked the calendar on the table and asked, "Are you leaving in two days?"

"Yes. I've already booked a flight on Wednesday," she answered with a nod.

She thought for a while before taking out a document from her bag and put it in front of him. "I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Please take a look."

"There's no need. I've already prepared one for you. Just use this one."

Jonathan didn't even look at the document in front of him. He just picked it up and threw it into a shredder nearby.

He was sure that she didn't mention anything about properties in her agreement.

Rachel looked at the document. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but eventually decided to keep her mouth shut. She took the pen and signed it without even reading its content. Jonathan sighed and handed her a business card. "This is my friend. You can call him anytime. He will help you."

She took it. After a moment of silence, she said, "Dad, I'm sorry for letting you down."

Knowing how much Jonathan had hoped that they could be together, she felt a little regretful.

He had done everything for them.

If only Jack didn't break her trust, she could have stayed married to him forever, like his parents.

Jonathan waved his hand and said, "You have nothing to apologize. It's our fault." Although he looked a little strange,

she thought that he was only taking the blame on behalf of Jack, so she didn't take it seriously.

But when she thought of his words over and over again, she had a feeling that it meant more. Time passed by quickly. Wednesday came.

In the past two days, they spent time as usual. Jack talked a lot while Rachel listened quietly and responded a few words occasionally.

It looked like they were trying to start over again.

Jack had become a little expectant. He thought that as time went by, they could go back to the way they were before.

But today, when he was about to go to the hospital to pick her up, she sent him a message, saying, "I'm off work early today. You don't have to pick me up."

He didn't know why, but her message made him smile.

Subconsciously humming a tune, he walked towards the elevator. However, someone accidentally bumped into him, and he suddenly felt something hot on his chest.

He looked down and found that his suit was stained.

Austin was shocked too. He lowered his head and said nervously, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry. I'll get you a towel."

Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555