My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 104

Rachel raised her chopsticks at eye level to take a closer look on her braised beef lathered in sauce. She must've wanted to appreciate the food better. There was also a bowl of pork ribs and carrot soup on the side, both dishes smelled appetizing. She could almost taste its flavors just by looking at it.

Rachel stopped eating for a moment and stared at Jack. He could tell there was something on her mind. Jack put his chopsticks down and smiled at Rachel. "What is it?" he said.

"Doesn't the food excite you?" she said, tilting her head to the side. There was a grain of rice at the side of her lip that she hadn't noticed.

"I'm not that picky when it comes to food. As long as the food is good and sanitary, I'll eat it without complaints," said Jack. He tried to stifle a grin as he saw the grain of rice on Rachel's face.

Now that Rachel thought about it, Jack had never once complained about food. He wasn't really particular about the ambiance too.

"This place is good for me. I like it here," he added. Jack took his chopsticks and started eating. He took a few bites of the braised beef and pork ribs, and almost fell in love with the food. Even though the ingredients and meat were not as fresh as the ones used in high-class restaurants, the food here tasted even better. This restaurant was famous for its traditional cooking, and the divine taste of its food. They didn't need to use top-tier ingredients to make their food taste great.

MK Group had been preparing to open a new hotel. Jack and his associates had been searching for a place that served traditional delicacies. Choosing this place was a lucky coincidence for Jack. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.

The restaurant was starting to get crowded. The air conditioner was on, but it was still a little warm and damp. Rachel lowered her head to focus on eating. The strands of her hair covered her rosy

cheeks.

Jack had no clue that Rachel had read the news about the accident before. He didn't know that a news media reported what had happened yesterday.

When Jack received the message from Rick, he contemplated whether he would tell her or not. But he decided that it was best not to say anything right now and set his phone aside.

Rick had already apologized to Jack and asked about Rachel. He told him that he wanted to invite the two of them for dinner so he could properly apologize in person.

Although it was not Rick's fault, he felt responsible for what had happened during the party. Jack thought for a while and decided to tell Rachel the whole thing. "I want to talk about what happened yesterday," he said, bearing a more serious tone. ■d

"I've watched the news,1' Rachel replied, raising her head.

"It was on the news?" Jack was surprised.

Rick wasn't familiar with the domestic media outlets. That was why they reported the accident.

It would definitely have an impact on Rick's project, but they were unsure of how much it would affect the project.

Jack checked his phone for a few minutes, checking his social media accounts and eventually gave up. "Where did you see the news?"

Rachel clicked on the link that Lea had sent her and handed her phone to Jack.

Jack looked at the article in silence and returned the phone to Rachel after he had finished. He did not look pleased.

"We should finish eating first. I don't want to ruin my appetite," said Jack as he picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

If his eyes had not deceived him, then he was certain that he saw Lucas in the photo.

Rachel didn't notice the strange look on Jack's face. She put her phone back to her purse and obliged to what Jack had told her.

Rachel saw that Jack was holding his chopsticks rather firmly, and seemed to be taking his time eating. Perhaps he wanted to savor his food.

A bright light shone in Jack's eyes. His eyes glinted and he was wearing a sardonic smile. ■d

Jack appeared to be plotting something.

Rachel wondered who was going to be the unlucky winner of Jack's scheming this time.

She tried to wrap her head around who it could be, but little did she know that it was going to be her.

Jack was lost in his own thoughts while they were having dinner. After they finished eating, he got up and went for the door. Rachel, on the other hand, was inching towards the exit slowly because of her injured foot.

Pretty soon, everyone's eyes were on them. Although Rachel didn't really care about what others might think of her, Jack couldn't stand the thought of people judging her. He shot a cold glance at the guy who was looking at her.

The guy noticed that Jack was staring daggers at him and looked away immediately. Jack snorted at the man in disgust. He stood beside Rachel to hide her from the indecent eyes of the others.

Even though Jack tried to hide it from Rachel, she still saw what he did. She stopped for a second and glanced at the man that Jack had threatened. The man was pretending that he was not looking in the first place, so she continued on her way out.

Rachel was the kind of person that barely cared about what others thought of her. To her, getting injured was normal, and people were bound to stare because of the commotion.

Perhaps Rachel thought it was pointless to get mad at anyone because there were too many people to confront. However, Jack couldn't bear it. ■d

Jack looked more menacing than the grim reaper himself. He was walking like people were not allowed to walk near him or even breathe the air around him.

When the two of them reached the door, Jack turned around and stared at Rachel from head to toe. "I'm taking you away," he said.

Rachel was taken by surprise. She didn't really understand what Jack had said. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

But before she could say anything in protest, Jack carried her in his arms like a knight would carry a princess.

"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!" Rachel tried to struggle so she could get down. But despite her retaliation, Jack had held her firmly. He refused to let her go. "Stop it, Rachel. You can't keep walking like that, you'll just hurt yourself."

"But this feels so embarrassing, Jack. I'm not a child!" said Rachel. Jack noticed that she was blushing, but he still didn't want to put her down.

"Would you prefer if I got you a wheelchair?" he replied. He strode toward his car with Rachel in his arms.

There were more people tonight than usual. At least more people than Rachel wanted to see her like this.

People were looking at them from left and right, and it seemed as if more and more people were noticing the two of them. But Jack didn't care. All he wanted to do right now was take Rachel safely to the car.

However, Rachel was not as shameless as Jack was. She want to walk on her own but she had no choice. To hide her embarrassment, she buried her head into his neck in order to avoid seeing people.

In reality, it was just a short walk from the restaurant's door to the car. But to Rachel, it felt like an eternity. Her face was now on Jack's chest, and she could feel his heartbeat and his warmth.

When Rachel raised her head to peek at their surroundings, she realized that they were already in front of the car. "We're here. Can you open the door for me, Rachel?" said Jack.

"Don't you think this would be easier if you put me down now?" Rachel replied, still overcome by her embarrassment.

Because Jack still refused to put her down, Rachel had to put one of her hands around his neck, and the other hand on the door handle to open it. Only after she had opened the door did he put her down in the car seat.

Jack closed the door after he had put her down and made his way to the driver's seat. Rachel's heart was still beating fast. She turned her head to the windows and pretended to ignore him.

After fastening his seat belt, Jack looked at Rachel. "Are you mad at me?"

"No." She pursed her lips.

"If you felt ashamed, you didn't have to be with me. You didn't need to..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Jack interrupted her, "Look at me while you're talking." ■d

She slowly turned to look at Jack. His brows were furrowed. He was furious. "Do you think I carried you around like that because I was ashamed that you were limping your way to the door?"

Rachel was afraid that if she said yes, Jack would force her to swallow her words by strangling her.

Rachel decided not to answer, but the look in her eyes was enough for Jack to know that she thought that was the reason. It made him even angrier.

If he really felt that she embarrassed him, he wouldn't have invited her to dinner. Jack thought that Rachel was being absurd. 'Does she really think I'm that shallow?' Jack screamed in his mind.

The more she refused to speak, the angrier he got. Jack had been fuming for the past few minutes but Rachel still didn't speak. He decided that it would be best to just start the car and leave.

Rachel stole a glance at him She knew it was his way of telling her he was angry.

Rachel was not good at coaxing people. She knew that she had said something wrong, but she was much too embarrassed to apologize.

Jack drove the car in silence. The inside of the car felt cold, but it was not because of the air conditioner. It was because Rachel could feel his anger. Despite this, she still wouldn't talk to him.

When they arrived at the gate, Jack did not drive into the garage. Instead, he parked the car at the door and he did not turn it off.

Jack still refused to talk to her. Rachel sat in ■d

silence, waiting for him to say something. But when she got tired of waiting she unfastened her seat belt, and was about to get out. However, as soon as one of her feet stepped on the ground, she turned to him. "I'm leaving."

Jack just glanced at her with coldness in his eyes. When she saw how he reacted, she thought that it was time to give up and go home.

She knew that she had said something wrong, but should he really be this angry over this?

After a while, she heard the sound of the engine from behind. She turned back and saw that Jack's car turned around and rushed away. The roar of the engine seemed to carry his anger.

Rachel wondered what she had said to have triggered this anger. Surely she didn't say anything that offensive to have angered him to the point of indifference.

"Damn it!" Jack was about to scream his head off.

He felt his blood rising to his head. He could feel the heat coming out of his ears. "How could she be so insensitive? She must be the most unromantic person I've ever met!"

It was so rare for him to be that considerate,

but she totally got him wrong. If he was truly ashamed of being seen together with Rachel, why would he invite her to dinner in the first place?

Midway into Jack's tantrums, his phone rang. It was Michael. "What do you want, Michael?" he answered. Michael was stunned when he heard Jack's angry tone. He wondered if he had done something to make Jack angry.

"What's up, man? Did something happen?" Michael tried to sound as friendly as he could. All he could hear was the sound of Jack's breathing, and he could tell that Jack was fuming. "Did you have

a rough night, buddy?"

"No," Jack replied in a flat tone.

Michael didn't believe what he said at all.

After a few seconds of silence between the two, Michael continued talking. "So, let's hear it. Who or what could have made the president of the MK Group so mad?"

Jack insisted that it was nothing, but Michael knew otherwise. He was so persistent that Jack eventually gave up and told him everything that happened earlier this night.