My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 136

Rachel's dreams were sometimes about the hospital. Other times, it was about her college days or the year she went abroad alone.

It was always a dynamic story, but she could never remember what had happened. The only traces of her dreams were the feelings she felt.

When she woke up, she felt lonely and sad. She felt like she had scratched someone.

But that person did not get mad at her. Whoever she was with had been very patient and gentle.

It reminded her of her father.

She slowly opened her eyes and yawned quietly. She looked around the dark and unfamiliar room.

Beneath her, she felt her "pillow" stiffen.

Curiously, she reached out and poked it. Strangely, it was firm, but also a little soft on the sides.

It seemed to be...

A deep voice penetrated into the silence. "Are you awake?"

Her eyes widened and she raised her head up to meet Jack's eyes. She finally realized that she wasn't lying down on a pillow, but on top of his waist!

Scared, she tried to stand up quickly, but landed on Jack's chest instead. She felt their bodies clash with a thump and heard a muffled hum coming from him.

"I'm sorry." She got up and quietly sat beside him. When she saw his pale face still in pain, she realized that she must have hurt him.

Jack silently groaned. Worried, Rachel stretched out her hand and pressed his chest gently. She frowned and asked, "Where did I hit you? Does your chest hurt?"

Without saying anything, Jack frowned. He shooed her hand away and rubbed his belly with his eyes closed.

Rachel placed a hand on his belly and asked, "Is it painful here?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jack moved her hand away again. Rachel thought he was angry, so she just sat on her knees blankly and apologized to him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it..."

"I'm not angry," He said in a faint voice. "It's just a little painful."

Really? With a suspicious look on her face, Rachel saw Jack scrunching eyebrows. He sighed, "My feet are numb. Help me."

It was not until then that Rachel noticed that Jack had been sitting on the bed the entire time while she was asleep.

As long as Jack's legs were in a suitable position, blood would smoothly flow through his veins and eradicate the numbness.

She gently put his legs down from the bed and helped him massage them.

Without saying anything, he let her continue. Jack could feel his ears flushing red.

It took him a long time to get over the uneasiness. When their eyes met, Rachel saw the wrinkled shirt on Jack's body. She wore an awkward smile. "Excuse me. I'll go to the bathroom."

Her memory was clogged. She couldn't remember what had happened last night.

She sat on the toilet and rubbed her long hair ruefully.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out. There was no sound coming from the living room.

She didn't know where he had gone. The kitchen and the dining table were clean.

Only two goblets and half a bottle of red wine remained on the table. Rachel stared at it absent- mindedly.

She had only drank a little bit, but she had gotten so drunk.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember what happened.

She turned the bottle and read it carefully.

There wasn't a lot of alcohol in the wine, only twelve percent.

Without noticing, Jack walked behind her and said, "You don't have to look at it. It's only twelve percent of alcohol."

Rachel put down the bottle awkwardly. "Maybe it's because I haven't drunk for a long time..."

Jack sneered, "No, it's all because you're a light drinker."

Rachel fought back. "I didn't get drunk so easily before."

Jack had changed his wrinkled shirt. Rachel had stayed in the bathroom long enough for him to take a bath and change his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, he challenged her. "Maybe you can drink the rest of the wine and see if you will get drunk."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him and grew quiet.

Glancing at the remaining half bottle of wine on the table, Jack recalled how drunk she had looked last night.

She had acted like a totally different person.

But what would have happened if she was with someone else?

He pulled a long face and coldly said, "Don't drink with others from now on."

Rachel didn't know why he was so mad at her. When she saw that Jack had taken the rest of the wine away, she stared at him blankly.

'Didn't you say that you weren't angry? If you're not angry, then what was bothering you?'

She chased after him and asked, "Jack, are you angry?"

"No, I'm not."

"Why not? I can see clearly that you are angry,"

Rachel muttered.

He suddenly stopped and turned around with the bottle in his hand. Rachel almost bumped into him.

"Why do you think I am angry?"

Rachel reflexively thought whether it was because she had slept on Jack's waist the entire night?

'Was that the reason? No...'

She thought for a while and asked inquisitively, "Was it because I was drunk?"

He squeezed out a cold hum from his nose as a response.

Rachel blinked her eyes, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She was afraid that she might have forgotten something she had done. Cautiously, she asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Jack did not speak. He looked down at her. This innocent and confused look didn't make him angry.

His sight fell on her delicate pink lips, his face growing hot. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms, right now.

Without thinking, he placed a hand on the back of her head and kissed her. "Mmmph!" She let out a light gasp, and propped her hands against his chest.

He could taste the wine lingering on her lips. Still kissing her, he put the wine on the cabinet beside him. Rachel's mouth moved with his in synchronization. She felt him pressing her against the wall. Slowly, he raised his head and looked into her eyes.

He whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes."

Entranced, she obeyed. And once again, his mouth descended upon hers. Unlike the last time, this was more violent and faster. They gasped for air as if it was their last time to breathe.

Rachel felt euphoric. She must still be drunk! There was no way she would condone this behavior sober.

After they broke deep kiss, he stared at her with hunger.

Rachel was out of breath. Her mouth was red and swollen because of the kiss.

She wanted to pull away, but Jack held her tightly against him.

He fixed his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin.

Annoyed, she bit her lower lip. "What the hell do you want, Jack?"

'What do I want to do?'

He had just finished what he had wanted to do. But now he wanted more, and he was going to get every last taste off her lips.

In a cafe

Lea stared at Rachel's lips and frowned. She placed her drink on the table and raised an eyebrow. "What happened to your lips?"

Rachel jumped at the question and unconsciously touched her lips. But she didn't answer.

Lea narrowed her eyes at her silence. Something must have happened. She held her head up high and crossed her arms.

"Okay. Tell me what happened. Don't bother lying!"

"Ahem!" Rachel tried to change the subject. "Nothing serious, it's just a mosquito bite..."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Lea narrowed her eyes at Rachel.

She knocked on the table with her index finger. "I'm your best friend! Just tell me."

Rachel touched her lips again. She recalled Jack's bossy expression and involuntarily blushed.

Lea looked her up and down. Persistently, she stood up and placed her hands on the table, looking at Rachel. Since she still didn't answer, Lea sat back down.

Impatiently, she lowered her voice and said, "Tell me the truth! Who is he?"

"Uh..." Rachel quickly put her hand down. She tried to hide any hint of emotion. "No one. It was just an accident."

"Really?" Lea doubted. "What accident? Why is your mouth swollen?"

Rachel blushed out of control and almost jumped up from the seat.

Suddenly, Lea shifted her attention to someone behind Rachel. Before she could look back, Rachel felt a big hand on her shoulder. A deep voice chuckled. "Miss Ye, why are you so aggressive?"