My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 99

The knock on the door seemed to have an impact in her heart. Rachel hesitated for a moment, but eventually limped to the door and open it.

Jack had already cleaned himself and changed his clothes. However, the scratches on his handsome face were still visible. He was holding a glass of water in one hand and some medicines in the other.

His eyes rested on her beautiful face first before they moved down to her sprained ankle. He then frowned.

"Just sit there. Why do you keep on moving around?" he scolded, his brow furrowed. Rachel was a little confused why Jack had suddenly scolded her.

"If I won't move, then how can I open the door?" she retorted innocently.

She then stepped aside so he could come in.

"Then why do you have to lock your door?" asked Jack again.

'Because I'm wary of you,' Rachel wanted to say. However, she chose to keep it to herself. She moved towards the table slowly to avoid his gaze but Jack suddenly stopped her.

"I said, don't move!" Jack's voice raised a little so Rachel was stunned. But before she could say anything, he suddenly lifted her up. ■d

Afraid that she might fall, she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. She was too embarrassed so she shouted at him angrily, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

Jack squinted at her and said, "You are so stubborn so you only deserve this."

Rachel was so angry that she kept on struggling from his arm. She tried to hide her flushed cheeks from him.

Looking at her blushing face, Jack's lips curved into a playful smile. He then threatened her, "If you keep on struggling like that, I will drop you."

All of a sudden, Rachel's body stiffened. She was scared of falling so she immediately obeyed him. Amused of her reaction, Jack gently carried her to the sofa. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He gently put her down and loosened his hand.

This evening, Jack held Rachel in his arms like he was very fond of her. She was like a porcelain doll that he treasured.

While Jack was checking all the medicines, Rachel sat still.

Her face still felt hot so she knew that she was still blushing. She felt extremely weird sitting next to Jack.

Was she just sick or she was already enjoying the moment? Somehow, she couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Her thoughts brought her somewhere long ago. She was reminded of a man who also used to hold her in his arms and treated her like a treasure. ■d

Fortunately, Jack couldn't read her mind. After all, she wouldn't want him to know that she was comparing him to her father.

Jack was silent as he continued to give her the medicines she needed to take.

He remembered that there was an ointment that he must apply to her ankle so he lowered down his head to look for it in the pouch.

"Don't you feel that I'm unlucky every time I'm with you?" Rachel murmured.

Upon hearing what she said, Jack looked up and stared at her. His eyes and his face were full of confusion. Rachel held the glass of water and raised it up a little to hide a part of her face. Jack didn't comment anything but obviously, he was waiting for her to elaborate.

"I just feel like every time I am with you, bad things happen. Last time, after we went to the engagement party, I had a fever. This time..."

"I took care of you when you had a fever last time too," Jack interrupted her.

Rachel was speechless. She didn't know what else to say. It was true that troubles would always happen every time they were together. But if she came to think of it, it was also true that Jack was always there to take care of her.

"Maybe we are not good for each other," she said.

Jack snorted but he didn't say anything. He already found the ointment so he focused his attention to it. Without any expression on his face, he squatted down and held her foot. ■d

Rachel subconsciously winced but she didn't dare to pull her foot from his grip. Anyway, she could feel that Jack was very careful in holding her foot.

He gently applied the ointment on her swollen ankle and massaged it a little. Rachel felt comfort in his touch so she couldn't help closing her eyes. She could feel the effect of the ointment on her skin as Jack was slowly pressing her ankle with his slender fingers.

When he was done applying the ointment, Jack slowly wrapped her ankle with a bandage. He then looked up to her and said, "I don't want to be with you either."

Rachel was taken aback so she quickly took back her foot.

Jack looked down again and checked her swollen ankle.

When he noticed that the swelling had alleviated a bit, he felt a little relieved. He seemed to forget everything she had just said a while ago.

He stood up and sat beside Rachel. He took all the medicines on the table and sorted them out according to the time she needed to take them later.

Rachel thought that Jack seemed to play the role of a caring and loving husband.

All of a sudden, she felt that he was a different person. This was not the Jack that she knew before.

It was said that women were normally fickle. But for Rachel, Jack was even more capricious than ■d

any women she had met. She still couldn't understand his attitude towards her. He had been so indifferent to her in the past, but now he was taking care of her.

Rachel couldn't help thinking that his change of attitude might have something to do with the divorce agreement that they had signed. 'Is he afraid that I will go back on my words?' she thought.

"Jack," she called softly.

"What?" He turned around and the warm light in the bedroom poured down on his head. He had just taken a shower and his tousled hair softened his slightly cold face.

"Why did you... come back for me?"

Apparently, Jack didn't expect her question so he was stunned a little. He didn't know how to answer it.

Actually, he also didn't think of the reason. All he knew was when he heard that she was still in the villa, he rushed back without second thoughts to take her away.

When he remained silent, Rachel continued to ask another question. "Didn't you know how dangerous it was? The building exploded and it was on fire. There was a possibility that you would be trapped inside. Weren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? I didn't realize that,"

Jack answered.

"Who else would come if I didn't?" This time, it was Jack who asked. ■d

His question sounded very natural but Rachel was a bit puzzled. The words he said were like a big stone that pounded her heart. She was suddenly overwhelmed by complex emotions.

This time she couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Why are you suddenly being so kind to me?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel leaned against the back of the sofa leisurely. She took a sip of the water in her hand and answered, "I just think that your attitude towards me has totally changed in an instant."

Since she had already told him how she felt, there was no reason to hold back anymore.

"I just feel it's weird. Why have you changed so much?" she added.

Jack felt a little awkward. He didn't how to explain his sudden change of attitude towards her. All of a sudden, he was in a dilemma. Should he tell her that everything started on the night that he

dreamed of her?

Obviously, it was impossible for Jack to say it straight to her face.

After a moment of silence, he had finally came up with an excuse. "I just think that our relationship now is getting better. We don't need to go head to head."

Rachel was even more confused. Had she ever done something to displease him before?

"Well...what are you thinking now?" Confusion flashed through his eyes at her question. ■d

"What do you want to know?" Jack asked back.

"Of course I want know the reason why your attitude has changed so much."

'That's it? Does it really matter?' Jack wanted to ask. However, he chose to keep silent.

After the long silence, Jack decided to speak again. "There's really nothing to explain. I just realized that I have been treating you badly in the past so I want to make it up to you. I want to correct my mistakes."

He thought that he didn't treat her well before so he decided to change his attitude.

"It still sounds weird," Rachel said without hesitation. "Is it because you and Celine have already broken up?"

Unexpectedly, Jack's face turned cold at once.

He pursed his thin lips disgustedly.

Rachel regretted what she said immediately. She realized that she had crossed the line. "I'm just kidding. Don't mind what I said. Let's just stop talking about this."

Jack stared at her for a while and it made her feel guiltier.

She cleared her throat and was about to say something when Jack suddenly spoke up. "I broke up with her because things weren't going right between us anymore."

He paused, searching for a proper explanation.

"I broke up with her peacefully. That's it. You have nothing to worry about. Don't take this matter ■d

seriously," he added.

"I am not taking this matter seriously," Rachel denied, a little embarrassed. She blushed so she turned her head and looked away. "I'm sorry. I will never mention her name in front of you again."

"Then why are you angry? I don't mean to blame you," Jack said. "I just want to make it clear to you, in case you are thinking that I was forced to break up with her. I'll go out now. Have a good rest."

When Jack was gone, Rachel lay in the bed. She felt better that her ankle was wrapped with bandage. The pain had dissipated.

The expressions in Jack's eyes and the way he spoke earlier lingered in her mind. She could see his face every time she closed her eyes and her heart beat faster.

Rachel tried to calm down and covered herself with the quilt so she could fall asleep. However, she didn't expect that she would have some strange dreams.

In her dream, she was running nonstop around the burning villa. The thick smoke was suffocating her and she was almost out of breath. She wanted to ask for help but she was left alone in the whole building and the door was locked.

When she was already on the verge of death, her dream changed. It went to the day that her parents had a car accident.

It was drizzling and she was trapped in a very narrow space. She was watching the drizzle fearfully. It was so dark and since the space was too small, she couldn't even move. A pungent smell of blood hit her nose. Her parents were not moving anymore.