My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 180

Jack frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. When he saw that Rachel looked back, he tried to put his hand down and forced an emotionless face.

However, it was already too late.

"Are you having a stomachache?" She frowned. "Have you had dinner?"

Jack hesitated, unsure on what to tell her.

At his hesitation, her face darkened. "Don't lie to

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me.

"No, I haven't," he said sulkily.

Besides, he knew for a fact that the truth would garner her attention,

and it did. Throughout the entire day, she had given him her undivided attention.

Rachel was the one who supervised and cared for him as if he was her patient. When she heard that he hadn't had dinner yet, she decided to take up other measures.

She pulled Jack onto the sofa and asked him to sit down as if she was instructing a disobedient child. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't run around. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles in a bit."

Without another word, she turned towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Judging from all the fresh ingredients, it was obvious that they were just bought recently. Her lips

turned after surveying all of them.

"Tell them not to buy so many things next time," she advised.

Besides, they only had breakfasts and suppers at home. By the time they got through all of them, the vegetables might have already rotted.

Jack nodded as a smile threaded across his

lips.

His wife was excellent at taking care of people, given that this was also her profession.

Rachel placed the noodles into a bowl of steaming water. When the noodles were already softening, she added beef slices and a dash of beans into the broth to give it a delectable base. She put a fried egg on top and sprinkled the noodles with chopped greens.

It looked like a chef's masterpiece. The food's aroma drifted around the room,

enticing Jack almost immediately.

There were a lot of noodles in the bowl. As Rachel was about to hand the chopsticks to him, he went over and got another pair.

He smiled. "It's not good to eat too much, right? It wouldn't do my stomach any good."

Rachel blinked. "I've already had dinner. Really, it's okay if you don't finish them. It doesn't..." '...matter.'

Before she could even finish her words, Jack moved the bowl between them. "We shouldn't waste food." Rachel was at a loss for words. She had never seen him save money.

He moved his chair closer to her.

"We can share."

"Fine." Rachel finally relented. "Just a little."

His eyes were filled with mirth. "Sure."

The noodles taste better than they looked, and that was saying something. However, Jack had a lot of things on his mind.

Rachel rolled up the noodles and ate some before putting down her chopsticks. Her stomach couldn't take any more.

Jack waved his hand casually. "I can eat the

rest."

Rachel stared as Jack buried his head into the bowl. She couldn't help but wonder when their relationship developed so fast.

Whenever she was with Jack, everything just felt so natural, and she didn't know why.

She tried questioning herself millions of times, yet she still couldn't find an answer.

It was as if there had been a gate between them before, and now that it was gone.

As Rachel was still deep in thought, Jack already finished the noodles in his bowl.

The painful cramps he had earlier were already gone.

"That was really good,"

he praised, not even exaggerating it in the

slightest. If she would stop everything and open up her own noodle shop, he'd probably be the first one there.

That was if she only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a bowl of delicious noodles, she wasn't that good at cooking anything else.

He cleared the bowls and chopsticks on his own initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave him the medicine and recorded his progress.

In fact, Jack had gotten a lot better these days.

It was thanks to his young age and the loving care that he had received.

However, even if he was happy that his stomach was getting better, a feeling of dread came over him. He had already tricked Rachel into coming here and taking care of him. Why was he already getting better so quickly?

During this time, he came up with an idea.

Once they finished showering, Jack didn't return to the study.

Rachel was reading a book about Germany in the living room. She didn't even notice him coming in.

Although he knew a little bit about Germany, he had lost interest in the book when he found that it WAS decorated by professional terms.

'Why is she always like this? Is the book better than me?'

Without giving her time to react, he wrapped her arms around her waist and planted butterfly kisses all over her shoulders. Rachel was taken back that she almost dropped the book in her hands.

He turned his head sideways and sat like that. She leaned her head against his shoulders.

"Jack," she murmured with a blush. "Let me go."

Instead of listening to her, he placed the thick book that had Rachel's attention on the other side.

"Let's talk."

Rachel still wasn't used to him being so intimate with her. Seeing him wrapped around her like a koala, she couldn't help but smile. "At least let go of me first."

He raised his eyebrows. "It's better like this. You'll hear me even more clearly."

He just wouldn't give up as he leaned in closer. His breath fanned against her neck.

Her face flushed.

Hearing his words, Rachel gritted her teeth and struggled under his grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the other side of the sofa as he burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you laughing?" she demanded.

He straightened his back and flicked Rachel's forehead. "Silly girl," he said affectionately.

He couldn't even get close to her now. She always found a way out when he tried to flirt with her.

But she was cute whenever she wasn't clingy to him and how she was shy whenever he tried to kiss her. Those little perks embodied her character.

The sight of her doing this only amused him more.

He definitely had fallen deeply for her.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Rachel was still lost in thought. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander to Lea.

Since Jack wanted to talk with her, it was probably time for her to bring it up.

'Henry is his friend, so maybe he knows more than me.'

"Jack," she called.

"Why don't we talk about Henry and Lea?" She wanted to dig as much information as she could.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.

"Okay,

what do you want to talk about them?" he questioned, seeming to have no clue as to what Rachel was going to ask.

Rachel pursed her lips, wondering if he knew what she was about to say.

"Do you know that they're together?"

Jack frowned. "Lea and Henry? She's your close friend, right?"

Rachel nodded.

"I heard that he has a girlfriend," he said. "But I haven't met her. Is it Lea then?"

She nodded in reply.

Astonishment painted across his face as his eyes widened momentarily. "Really?"

Rachel leaned over. "Did you know?"

He observed Rachel's expression carefully before replying, "I didn't know about that."

Rachel's shoulders sagged in disappointment. "I thought you would know more about it."

"You're her friend. Why don't you know?"

Given their schedule conflicts, Rachel didn't know much of what was happening in Lea's life anymore.

She didn't even know her boyfriend was Henry. The mere fact made her feel embarrassed. Why didn't she know about it?

They had the same circle of friends, yet it seemed that she and Jack had been clueless this entire time.

'Wait! Something's not right.' A thought came to her as she stared suspiciously at the man beside her.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"How could you not know?"

Jack was startled at the accusation.

Rachel folded her arms across her chest and raised her eyebrows. "I remember that you and Henry visited my home. You guys even met Lea. At that time, the two were at odds with each other."