My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 172

Tracy started to make small talk, and as minutes passed, she shifted her attention towards the couple themselves rather than the conversation at hand.

Unlike her husband, she wasn't one to keep a close eye on the changes between the couple.

This was why it was harder for her to accept that Rachel and Jack were together. She wanted to ask Rachel about this, but she had no idea how to start the conversation.

She thought for a while and suddenly remembered the topic that her husband had just mentioned at the dining table.

"Hey, what's wrong with Jack? Why do you need to take care of him?"

When Rachel saw that Tracy was taking a longer time to wash the peaches, she slowed down her speed.

"Something happened at the hospital, and I decided to take a long leave.

Jack has an upset stomach recently, so I'm taking care of him,"

Rachel explained briefly.

She made sure to leave out the part that Jack had been in the hospital because of his gastritis, so that Tracy wouldn't worry.

As expected, the moment she had mentioned

Jack's stomachache, Tracy's forehead crinkled in worry.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," Rachel quickly confirmed.

Tracy's shoulders sagged in relief, but she still wasn't satisfied.

She quickly waved her housemaid over to make some nutritious soup for them the next day before continuing her conversation with Rachel.

Rachel didn't mind,

but she made sure to leave out the part wherein she'd been persuaded by Jack to start over again. In fact, their relationship was like a story — one that had no ending written down yet.

Although his plans were still confusing to her, it turned out that Jack was always one step ahead of the game.

The only information Tracy had gotten from Rachel was how they were getting along rather well with each other. As her mother- in- law, she didn't worry too much.

Rachel was still the girl that she used to be who happened to be a bit dull on the sides.

The dullness didn't play much for Tracy who preferred women who were much livelier. As long as they didn't act too impulsively, livelier personalities were more eager to talk about their own lives.

Tracy turned her head slightly, just enough that she could see her daughter- in- law washing the fruits. She had a pretty face with dark eyebrows that framed her large eyes, a flawless face, and long

silky hair that ran in waves across her back. It was as if the woman had jumped out of a painting.

Rachel didn't look like her parents. In fact, she looked more like her aunt who had been abroad for so many years.

Tracy had been in such a daze that she didn't even realize that she was already peeling the wrong side of the fruit.

It was noticeable that the girl that she brought home years ago had finally grown up.

Rachel had grown up in the Fu family. Although she was a bit dull, she was better than Celine.

At this moment, Tracy liked Rachel more. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Rachel finally finished washing the fruits while Tracy was still in her own thought.

Tracy suddenly came to herself as she set the fruit aside. "How about we'll let the maid deal with it," she suggested. "By the way, do you want to eat melons? We have them sent from Taiwan."

The moon appeared in the sky with thousands of stars glittering across the inky night. The rain had finally stopped.

It was said that the typhoon had already passed the city. The heavy winds that slashed through the household was replaced by a steady breeze, rustling bushes and twigs as it blew by.

Jack and Rachel tried to deal with the old couple as they refused to tell them anything about their relationship.

However, since Tracy couldn't get an answer from Rachel, she decided to pester her own son.

Fortunately, with the help of his father, Jack found a solution.

He held Rachel's hand and ran upstairs, carrying two bottles of drinks in his hand.

When they entered the room, she hesitantly gazed at the drinks that he was holding. He handed her one. "Don't worry. It's just pineapple beer. You won't get drunk," he promised.

Rachel hesitated still.

She and alcohol didn't have the best relationship. Given that Rachel was a lightweight, things didn't end well when she was given a glass of liquor.

Knowing what she was thinking, Jack smiled. "We're at home. Even if you're drunk, I'm the only one with you.

Plus it contains less alcohol. You can check it if you want."

Rachel turned the bottle only to see that it contained 5% alcohol.

Without another word, Jack cracked open the can in her hands, motioning for her to take a sip.

Rachel followed.

Jack took her to the balcony located at the top floor. The winds were much harsher there, but it still gave them better access of the view.

Her hair fluttered with the wind and slapped her across the face. As Rachel was about to tie it up, he extended his hand. "Give me your hair tie."

He leaned over and tried to bundle up her hair

clumsily.

She had just taken a bath. As his long fingers ran through her locks, the exquisite scent entered his nostrils.

He blinked once he was done.

Jack leaned in closer, trying to get a hold of her scent. He didn't remember her having any products that smelled like this.

Maybe it was her natural scent that lured him in.

He couldn't help but lower his head upon her neck, breathing in the lovely scent. His breath fanned across her skin, causing her to shiver.

"What poison have you given me?" he whispered.

Rachel took another sip from the can. "What did you say?"

His eyes glittered like the night sky. He held the can in his hand and said, "Your scent seemed to have poisoned the hell out of me. I couldn't live without it anymore."

She snorted.

"I didn't know you were such a sweet talker."

Sweet words and exchanges of intimacy were things that she didn't expect from the man.

He smiled. "I learned it."

"From who? Michael?"

Michael, who was standing in an unknown club, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and

frowned. "Who's talking about me now?" he muttered.

Although Michael had a rich history with different women, he had nothing to do with Jack's sudden change.

Jack frowned in disdain. The last thing he wanted was to learn silly tactics from the man.

If he had chased after Rachel the way Michael chased other women, she would've handed him the scalpel and suggested that he cut himself.

He didn't want her to think that he was being too flirtatious, so he cleared his throat. "Don't think too much. I'm serious."

Hearing that, Rachel lowered her head and drank the beer again. The taste of fruit and beer mixed together left a tangy taste in her tongue.

Rachel stared at him, as silence fell between them.

Jack tightened his fingers. "Don't look at me like that."

The woman burst into laughter. "Scared?"

Seeing that Jack was rendered speechless, she said slowly,

"I'm serious too. When you mentioned it, I had the same feeling."

Was this the Jack she knew from before?

He was so different that she couldn't help but be amused from his antics.

He looked like a young man who would rush into any relationship and be filled with loving and

naive ideas of lasting forever.

It was as if he had thrown his own maturity into the garbage can.

She decided to change the topic. "What did Dad tell you?"

The night breeze blew upon them as they stared into each other's eyes.

With the night sky falling before them, it was as if they had been immersed in their own shadows.

Tracy furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to look for the couple. A part of her thought that the couple must've returned to their room, but when she tried knocking on the door, nobody answered.

It seemed that they hadn't returned to their room.

Then where were they?

Noticing that his wife was pacing across the floor, Jonathan set the remote on the table. "What are you looking for?"