My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 106

Rachel was stunned, and a strange feeling came over her. She stopped in front of her door and turned around. "Are you sure? Do you know what you are talking about right now?"

"I'm sure," Jack replied in a low voice. "I'm not completely drunk. I can still get home on my own."

For a moment, Rachel squinted at Jack, whose tall figure and handsome face were illuminated by the dim light in the room.

But in the end, she didn't know what a drunk man looked like, so she just accepted his words without thinking too much.

Jack had thought a lot about what to say to Rachel, but now that he was here in front of her, he was tongue-tied. Finally, after a long pause, he said, "About what happened today..."

As soon as Rachel heard these words, her face changed. She coughed in embarrassment and cut in before he could continue. "What happened today was my fault..."

"Flush," Jack said, silencing her with his finger on her lips. "Stop talking and listen to me first." FHis voice sounded so steady that Rachel was not sure whether he was really drunk or not.

Nevertheless, she was curious about what he wanted to say, so she just kept silent and waited for him to speak. ■d

Instead of withdrawing his hand, Jack cupped her cheek and gently rubbed her lips with his thumb. Rachel shifted slightly under his touch, feeling goose bumps run up her arms.

Just before she lost her patience, Jack pulled his hand back and whispered, "Sorry. Your lips..."

Rachel swallowed hard as her racing heartbeat finally settled down. 'Isn't he drunk?' she wondered in confusion.

"As for what happened today, I never thought that you were embarrassing me," Jack said, abruptly changing the topic.

Staring at Rachel earnestly with his deep black eyes, he continued, "I just felt uncomfortable after seeing the look in those people's eyes..."

His voice was getting softer and softer.

"I didn't like the way they were looking at you. Rachel...you don't have to be so stubborn, you know. It's not a bad thing to lean on others sometimes."

It was rare for Jack to say so many words in one breath, especially to Rachel. Although he felt nervous, he added, "Don't treat me as an enemy, Rachel. I have no intention of hurting you. You can let yourself lean on me. I sincerely apologize for everything that happened in the past. It was all my fault."

Back then, Jack hadn't known anything about Rachel except for what he saw on the surface, so he had treated her like a stranger. And every time Eric had tried to get close to Celine, he had vented his anger on Rachel.

Rachel clenched her fists, feeling a vortex of ■d

emotions swirl up inside of her after hearing Jack's words. Her mind was in such a mess that she didn't know how to reply. Finally, she settled with, "You're drunk. Let's talk tomorrow."

This was not the response Jack had expected. Feeling a little annoyed, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not drunk. I promise that I'm clear about everything I'm saying now."

"What are you trying to do?" Rachel asked, her voice hardening as she tried to struggle out of his grip. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I don't think now is the right time to discuss it. Anyway, I'm sorry about what happened tonight. I shouldn't have thought about you that way."

Upon hearing this, Jack finally loosened his grip on Rachel, and she let out a sigh of relief. Now that she could breathe again, she caught a strong whiff of the smell of alcohol coming from him. "You're acting so weird. Since you're not drunk, just go back and get some rest. We can talk about it tomorrow. Okay?"

She had barely finished speaking when the tall man in front of her suddenly swayed and fell toward her.

Rachel let out a startled cry as she reached out to catch him and tried to steady him on his feet. Then, she leaned back against the door frame with her hands on Jack's chest. "Hey? Jack? Don't fool around like this." Jack stayed silent with his eyes closed, so she once again prompted,

"Jack? Come on! Don't play dead. If you don't respond now, I'll throw you out of the house! ■d

Jack!"

Jack finally opened his mouth and let out a sleepy sigh, but his eyes were still closed.

For a moment, Rachel stood still, feeling speechless. Then, she jerked back into action and tried to shake him off, but failed. In the end, she had no choice but to drag him into her room, though not without some difficulty.

This man, who was over six feet tall and weighed more than 70 kilos, was really testing her physical strength.

After struggling for a long time, she laid Jack down on her bed, took off his shoes and socks, and tucked him in.

She was about to leave the room when she heard his cell phone ring. When she picked it up, she saw Michael's name on the screen.

She looked hesitantly at Jack, who was sleeping like a log, and then decided to answer the phone. Walking to the door, she whispered, "Hello?"

On the other end of the line, Michael paused for a moment, but then he smiled and said, "Rachel?

I take it that Jack reached home? I was a little worried about him."

"Did you guys go out for drinks?" Rachel asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she walked out of her bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door was closed, the eyes of the man in the bed shot open. There was a shrewd look on his face, and it was clear that he was not drunk at all. This was the first time that he had ever pretended to be drunk, thanks to Michael.

At first, he had been skeptical of Michael's idea, but now, after seeing Rachel's reaction, he was thankful to him.