My Darling, My Dearest

Seeing the bandage wrapped around Rachel's arm, Jack frowned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered.

Jack raised his hand, wanting to place a comforting hold on her shoulder, but when he spotted the vigilance in her eyes, he held back. "I'll drive you home," he stated, without leaving any room for argument. Rachel shook her head. "I'll be having dinner with Celia later, and then send her home."

Celia was chatting with Marcus when she heard her name being mentioned. She pointed to her nose. "Send me home?"

Marcus secretly tugged the corner of her sleeve. He glanced at her and shook his head.

'What does he mean?'

Celia furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what he meant. She was about to say goodbye to him when he grabbed her hand. "I'll drive her home," Marcus replied.

'What a silly girl,' he thought. Jack's eyes glimmered with joy as he raised his eyebrows. "In that case, I can drive Rachel home."

The corner of Rachel's mouth twitched.

Celia stared at the retreating figures of the excouple. In a few seconds, she realized that her hand was still being held by Marcus. She immediately shook off his hold. "Why did you stop Rachel from driving me home?"

With a faint smile, Marcus didn't bother answering her. Instead, he turned around and walked into one of the consulting rooms behind him. 'She's still silly after so many years,' he thought to himself. Jack turned the steering wheel and drove steadily along the highway.

He had been about to set off for a dinner party when he had gotten a message from Marcus about Rachel's predicament. He had turned the car around and sped towards the hospital.

He glanced at Rachel who was sitting in the passenger seat. At the sight of her, he couldn't help but feel a little bit giddy over their situation.

Although he was pained at the sight of her injury,

it gave him another chance to spend some time with her.

Noticing his stare, she shifted her position. "Focus on the road." Jack withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly. In a few minutes, they arrived at the gates of her community, and he got out of the car. Seeing her eyes widened alertly, he explained, "I'm hungry. Do you mind if I come over your place for dinner first?"

"My arm is injured," she said, motioning to the bandage on her arm.

He had already mentally prepared himself for Rachel's refusal. He shrugged. "That's fine. I can cook."

Seeing how Jack had busied himself in the kitchen upon entering the room, Rachel couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that no matter how much she tried to avoid him, fate would always try its best to bring them together.

At that time, a ringtone interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at the phone. It was Jack's.

"Your phone is ringing," she called out, but he didn't seem to hear her.

Rachel had no other choice but to take his phone to the kitchen. Just as she grabbed it, she could see Celine's name pop up on his screen.

It seemed that even till now, they were still extremely intimate with one another.

She grimaced. She handed the phone to him as if nothing had happened. "Someone is calling you." "Answer it for me," he said subconsciously. Back then, he always asked Rachel to answer his calls if he was busy.

"I don't think that's appropriate."

Placing the phone on the counter, Rachel turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Her movements were more stiff and reserved than a few moments ago.

The tension between them deepened further.

In a few minutes, Jack was finally done cooking. However, they didn't exchange much words. In fact, they were so silent that they could hear a pin drop from a mile away. After they were finished, Rachel asked him to leave.

After Jack left, the house became even colder as Rachel smiled mockingly. How could she have forgotten about Celine?

'Do you want to be regarded as a woman who breaks relationships?' she thought to herself.

At this point, she knew for a fact that the relationship between the both of them was nonexistent.

As he sat in his living room, Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows. At the same time, his phone lit up. It was another call from Celine.

He didn't answer her first call, and now her name popped up yet again. After hesitating for another few seconds, Jack finally picked up the phone. "Don't call me again," he snapped.

Celine didn't expect for him to snap at her the moment he answered the phone. Her voice became disgruntled.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you pick up my phone? Is it because of Rachel?"

"Nothing," he snapped again.

Three years ago, he had already exposed Celine's lies and hoped that she could finally live a good life. He was already rest assured that their relationship was over.

At that time, he hoped that he could finally make things clear to Rachel.

He didn't expect that Celine would attempt to commit suicide.

When the hospital called him and informed him of this situation, they were still unsure if she could make it or not. He had ordered them to save her life no matter what the costs. After all, he couldn't deny the history that they had shared together.

Once she recovered, although Jack didn't speak of it, his attitude towards her softened a lot. In fact, he even dealt with Celine always staying by his side. He wouldn't tell her to leave him, because he was afraid that his words might trigger her again.

"Fine, whatever," she snapped once he hung up. Her hands grazed over the shirt

she had just bought im.

She called him because she wanted to bring it over.

Celine didn't expect that he would snap at her before he could say anything.

She clenched her fists around the fabric and threw it onto the carpet.

Eric yawned. As soon as he entered the office, one of his colleagues patted him on the shoulder. "Mr. Fu is looking for you. You better go there as soon as possible," he reminded. Everyone in the company knew that Eric's cousin was Jack's ex-wife.

That was why he was well-respected within the company.

Eric didn't waste any time. He arrived in Jack's office within a few minutes. "Jack," he greeted. "You looking for me?"

When they're alone, Eric had been used to calling him Jack instead of Mr. Fu.

Jack opened the drawer and took something out. He tossed it at him. "You're free for the day," he commanded. "Send this over to Rachel."

He knew that if he was the one who brought it to her, she wouldn't accept it.

Eric gazed at the ointment. "Has she been burnt?"

Seeing him nod, Eric's face darkened. He placed the ointment into his pocket and took two steps forward. "Does it have anything to do with you?" he questioned.

Jack shook his head solemnly.

It wasn't easy for them to build such a trustful relationship in the last three years.

"Do you still doubt my love for her?" Jack sighed.

"I was afraid that you would've done something irrational."

It was rare for Eric to be this serious. His face softened as he glanced at the ointment. "Don't worry, I'll send it to her once I get off work."

Eric drove to the hospital at noon break, knowing fully well that Rachel would be at the hospital. After asking one of the nurses, he found her in the corner of the canteen staring at her phone. "Didn't you say that it's a bad habit to play with your phone whiling eating?" Eric pulled out a chair and sat opposite to her. "I'm studying a patient's condition." She looked up. "Why are you here?" "I have something for you."

After looking at the ointment he placed on the table, she thought of the so-called friend Eric must've gotten it from. Her face turned cold. "I don't want it."

"Why? Don't you need it?" Up until now, Eric had no idea why Rachel insisted on being distant from him.

"Did you buy this ointment?"

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she sighed. "If you didn't buy this, why would I accept it?"

"I bought it," he lied and blinked. Back then, Rachel knew he was lying if he kept blinking his eyes after the lie. It seemed that he hadn't changed his habit. With a faint smile on her lips, Rachel picked up her plate and walked towards the recycling bin.

Eric sighed, following her. "I bought it from the pharmacy," he insisted.

"Fine. Let me ask you this."

She stopped and turned around. "How did you know that I would need this?"

"I heard about it." He scratched the back of his head. "Who told you?"

"I heard it by accident."

"How much is the ointment then?"

Eric frowned. How the hell was he supposed to know? Thinking that the ointment wasn't too expensive, he quickly guessed, "Thirty-five dollars." "Really? What pharmacy did you buy it from? Remind me to buy a few boxes. It wouldn't be long till I become a millionaire myself," she said snidely.

His shoulders sagged at her sarcasm.

It seemed that he was exposed.

Having no other choice, he admitted begrudgingly, "You don't have to argue with me like this. Jack was the one who asked me to give you this ointment. He knew that you wouldn't accept it from him, so he asked me to give it to you."

"You know I wouldn't take it. You shouldn't have come here in his stead," she said indifferently.

Author's note

Goose BBSS

Translator: Scarlett5555