My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 20

After a short moment, Jack turned around and walked toward the elevator.

As soon as Rachel got back to her office, she started working. It was not until she finished a small surgery that she realized she hadn't had her dinner yet.

So, she went upstairs to Eric's ward and took him out for dinner.

When Eric suggested visiting his new apartment, Rachel agreed. She had rent an apartment for him a few days ago, but had to terminate the lease contract now. So she paid the fine.

She rent an apartment in the Times Square for Eric

because it was near enough to her apartment. She could go and check in on Eric now and then. It would also be easy for her to take care of him if something happened to him.

When the two of them arrived at the new apartment, Eric smiled broadly. He was very satisfied with the location and the environment of his new apartment. Besides, just thinking about how he would furnish and decorate his apartment made him feel excited.

Back at home, he had never needed to care about such things. And ever since moving to the city, he had been living in the dormitory of the ■3

company, which he hadn't really had the opportunity to decorate.

Seeing the apartment, he burst out into happy laughter. Rachel turned away and rolled her eyes, unable to look at him.

For her part, she had hired a housemaid to clean the apartment, since Eric wouldn't be here for the time being. Once he had looked around the apartment to his satisfaction, Rachel took him back to the hospital. Then, when they were back at his ward, she removed the bandage and took a look at

his wounds. It seemed that it would still take a few more days for him to heal completely. She hired a nurse's aide to take care of him.

By the time Rachel finally left the hospital, she was exhausted.

When she reached her place, however, she received a bad shock: the lights in the house were on.

For a moment, she was gripped by fear as all the worst-case scenarios rushed through her head. But then she calmed down, realizing that an intruder would not be so conspicuous.

Besides, this neighborhood was famous for its strict public security. Over the past few years, there had been almost no reports of robberies.

Nevertheless, Rachel still felt a little uneasy. Taking a deep breath, she picked up a wooden club from the garage and walked to the stairs as quietly as she could.

It seemed that the security door of the staircase was open. Frowning, Rachel took a closer look and found that the door was unlocked, not pried open.

By now, she had a vague guess as to why the lights were on, but she was not sure. She pushed the door open and went upstairs. When she arrived at the main door, she reached out and twisted the doorknob.

Just like the security door of the staircase, this door was unlocked. Rachel pushed the door open with the wooden club in her hand and stepped into the house.

Without changing her shoes like she usually would, she continued walking quietly to the living room, which was brightly lit. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a man coming down from upstairs.

Rachel lowered the club in her hand and looked at the figure on the stairs in astonishment. "Why are you here?"

"I forgot my watch." Jack's eyes dropped to the club she was holding.

With a little cough, Rachel awkwardly hid the club behind her. "I thought there was a thief."

Staring at her with an unfathomable gaze, Jack pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "Well, I have found my watch. I'm leaving now."

"Okay, then. I won't walk you out."

Rachel couldn't let herself relax until Jack completely disappeared from her sight. Then, she glanced down at the club in her hand, which looked funny all of a sudden. ■3

Smiling, she went downstairs and put the club back in the garage. Then, she locked the security door of the stairs before heading back into the house.

The house Rachel lived in was a small, lonely villa with a small garden, a garage, and two floors.

If a thief had really broken into her house, trying to face him with a wooden club would have been a joke. What would she have been able to do with it? He would have easily been able to kill her with a knife.

It was fortunate that the person in the house had turned out to be Jack, but Rachel reminded herself to go to the security department the next morning and ask them to check the security system of the house.

Although this neighborhood rarely reported crimes, it was not a hundred percent safe.

Meanwhile, Jack left the villa in his car and headed to the Bay Club.

By the time he arrived, Michael, Marcus, and Henry were already there, along with a lot of people who had shown up for the party. Jack was immediately escorted to a table by a crowd of people.

He politely refused a cigarette from a stranger and sat down next to Henry. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his strong arms.

Michael, who was sitting next to them, stood up and took two clean glasses from the goblet shelf. He poured wine into them and handed one of the glasses to Jack. ■3

As they clinked their glasses, the scarlet liquid rippled gently.

One of the sharp- eyed women at the party immediately recognized Jack and came up to him, hoping to get close to him.

Just when she opened her mouth to say something sweet to him, however, she found herself being shoved away. She angrily looked up at the person who had pushed her away and found that it was the CEO of some financial tycoon group. She smiled stiffly at him and left.

This scene hadn't gone unnoticed by the other women in the room. When the woman returned to her seat, she was met with a burst of ridicule from the other women.

She flushed with anger and slammed her glass on the table. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Humph! You don't dare to compete with me, but you have the guts to laugh at me."

One of the other women curled her lips and sneered, "Unlike you, we know how to behave ourselves. Everyone knows that Jack only cares about one woman."

The first woman turned away with extreme disdain on her face, but her heart was filled with jealousy. Those words were absolutely right. Most of the people in the upper circle knew who Jack's lover was, and that he refused all other women just because of her!

But so what? He doted on Celine so much, but in the end, it turned out that he already had a wife!

On the other side of the room, Jack apologized ■3

to his friends for arriving late. "Well, I heard your father called you home?" Michael asked after they had both had some wine.

Jack shot him a cold stare. "You are really well-informed."

Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Jack. "Your father told me this."

Jack and Michael were actually family friends. Their fathers had grown up together and gotten married at around the same time.

In the end, Vernon, Michael's father, had even bought a house in the same neighborhood as Jack's family. The two old men would run every morning, have tea, and play Go with each other from time to time. Needless to say, Jack and Michael had grown up together as well. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Anyway, Jack didn't find it odd at all that his father had told Michael about his visit. Perhaps his father couldn't resist showing off his son's marriage right away. "Hey, is there any chance of something happening between you and Rachel?" Michael asked in a low voice.

Hearing this question, Jack frowned and changed the topic. "Don't ask such boring questions. I will be away for a while on a business trip. Help me take care of Celine."

At this, Michael wrinkled his brows. He knew Celine very well and didn't like her at all!

She was too wilful.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Is she mad at you again?" ■3

With an almost invisible smile playing at the comers of his mouth, Jack stayed silent. At this moment, Marcus cut in and held out his glass of wine to Jack. "Cheers!"

Jack lifted his own glass and gently clinked it against Marcus'.

"Dr. Shen, an ultrasound has to be performed."

"Okay." Rachel flipped through the patient's medical record and took notes. Without raising her head, she said, "Get me a glass of water and the prescription for relieving inflammation of the patient who came in yesterday. Reduce the quantity."

"Okay. Dr. Shen, will you join us for dinner after work?"

Rachel was about to say yes when her phone rang. She put down her pen and answered the call. "Hello, this is Rachel."

The city seemed to favor rain in the early spring season. These days, the weather was always wet and cold. By the time night fell and the lights flickered on, the pavements were completely wet with rain, with dark moss on one side.

Soon, it was time for Rachel to get off work, so she packed up her things. At that moment, Eric kept calling her on the phone to tell her that he was hungry.

Sighing, she went to the lounge and took off her gown. Then, she washed her hands, sanitized herself, and put her coat back on.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Rachel hadn't closed the door behind her. ■3

Before she could leave the lounge, she heard a soft female voice coming from outside asking, "Excuse me, is Dr. Shen in?"

At a cafe

"Please enjoy your coffee," the waiter said.

Rachel thanked him gently. Meanwhile, Celine's eyes fell on Rachel's long fingers. Rachel leisurely took a sip of coffee with a calm expression on her face.

Looking at herself in the glass reflection of the window, Celine saw a woman who was uneasy. She was biting her lips with a humble and pitiful expression on her face.

The very next moment, she pinched her thigh under the table, trying to look as generous and elegant as Rachel instead of weak and pathetic.

However, a person's temperament was cultivated from childhood, so Celine could not pretend to be as tough as she wanted to. In the end, she straightened her back in an attempt to look more confident.

The whole time, Rachel pretended that she didn't see all the strange expressions on Celine's face. She thought that she had guessed it right. Her stimulation worked.