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My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 11

A clear voice came from the direction of the door. Rachel walked in leisurely. At first, she glanced at Eric. Then she focused her attention on Jack.

He looked right back, not showing any change in emotion.

Rachel had rushed here all the way from the parking lot. She hadn't expected that Jack would hit Eric that hard.

Seeing Eric's swollen face and Jack's foot on his hand, Rachel felt nervous. However, she acted rather calm on the surface.

"I have to get things settled today," said Jack, looking deeply into Rachel's eyes. His black eyes did not display any particular emotion.

Hearing this, Rachel shifted her attention from Jack to Celine, the latter still as indifferent as before. She burst into a fit of laughter. "Yes, it's time to put an end to this."

She slowly approached Jack, drew her body close to him, and said, "This is all for her, isn't it?"

Celine's expression changed in a matter of seconds, her eyes focused on Rachel.

Rachel raised her head to match Jack's height. Gently, she kissed him.

She looked him in the eye. His expression remained unchanged. Without warning, Rachel then bit him on the lips. ■3

Jack stared at her, doing nothing. Yet, his eyes gleamed.

It felt as though time had stopped altogether.

'What is happening? Boss is being kissed by this woman!1 Jack's men thought.

For the first time, they didn't know what to do. Even Eric was stunned.

"What are you doing?" Celine stammered in disbelief and irritation. The gall to pull off such a stunt! Why wouldn't Jack say anything? Shouldn't he stop this woman and push her away?

Rachel gently pulled away and turned toward Celine. "Miss Duan, isn't that a strange question to ask? Jack and I are a married couple. Isn't it normal for married couples to exchange a kiss?"

Celine's blood boiled with rage. The smile plastered on Rachel's face was in stark contrast to what Celine was feeling now.

She looked angrily at Jack. He hadn't pushed Rachel away, and he even let her kiss him like that. Seeing no expression of guilt or fear on his face, Celine felt wronged. Her eyes welled up with tears.

"Didn't you say that your marriage was in name only? How could you..."

Before she could even finish, Rachel interrupted, "Miss Duan, I would appreciate it if you minded your own business. After all, our marriage is a private matter. By the way, why did you ask Eric out today?"

At this moment, Celine was still fixated on the word marriage. Unable to focus and think clearly ■3

about Rachel's question, she blurted out, "Of course I asked him out. I needed someone to accompany

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me.

"So, Miss Duan, are you satisfied with how everything turned out today?" Rachel asked coldly.

Her words brought Celine back to reality.

What was happening? No matter what Celine did, she could not change the fact that Jack was a married man.

She stared at him now, amazed.

Jack, on the other hand, stood still and quietly, as if all this had nothing to do with him. The truth was that he did care a lot about Celine.

However, he wanted to know what Rachel's next move was. He was curious to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.

Celine looked at the couple in front of her, the pain evident in her eyes. If Jack hadn't given in, Rachel wouldn't have been so bold.

"It seems that you've figured it out, Miss Duan. Because Jack and I are married, everything you've done and everything you're thinking of doing are useless. Unless... we apply for a divorce."

'Divorce? Will they divorce?' Celine wondered. What did Rachel mean by that?

Rachel spoke again, this time in a negotiable tone. "If the grounds are reasonable, I can agree to a divorce."

Then, seeing that Celine was studying her, her tone changed. She said, feigning sorrow, "But it seems that Jack is not ready for a divorce just yet." Celine was hurt and confused. Jack had said that he only married Rachel because his family forced him to. He had told her that he would divorce Rachel once he had the chance.

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