My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 127

"No, I like it," Rachel said.

A smile was at the corner of his mouth as Jack drove away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was smiling, too.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's making you so happy right now?"

Rachel typed a message and sent it to Lea quickly. When the screen showed that the message was successfully sent, she turned to Jack and said to him joyfully, "Mendes1 father is coming back."

'Hmm, why would she be so happy about someone else's father coming back?' he wondered.

"Well, he has been away for so long. His return is long overdue," he said.

"Yes," Rachel said. "I hope the kid's parents can take responsibility for him this time. Don't leave him alone here."

Noticing that her mood had suddenly darkened, Jack tried to comfort her.

He said, "Maybe his parents have to do something and can't go back home."

Jack didn't know much about the complicated matter of Mendes' family, so she bit her tongue and replied simply, "Anyway, it's wrong to abandon a child."

Her parents died when she was a child. Her lonely childhood was one of the reasons why she ■d

was so eager to have a family of her own. She couldn't even understand how someone could just ignore his own child and stay away for such a long time.

After all, who could be more important to anyone than one's own family and child?

Before a man gets married and becomes a father, he doesn't behave as affectionately and gently as a woman does.

In Jack's view, either the man was simply unable to come back to his child, or he didn't want the child.

The latter possibility was the most likely one.

"If I had a child, I would never abandon him," he whispered.

Jack believed that that was a man's most basic responsibility. If you can't even take care of your own flesh and blood, what else can you be responsible for?

After saying that, he glanced at the woman beside him, who had suddenly turned to him and was staring at him. With his eyes looking straight ahead, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

With an unreadable look on her face, she lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers. "Nothing."

After they had been driving for a while, Rachel noticed that they were not on the way to go to her place.

Ten minutes had passed, and the road outside Rachel's window was unfamiliar. She looked out of the window and asked, "Where are we going?"

"To my place,"

Jack answered.

Rachel still didn't know where Jack lived. She could see the road sign which indicated that he was heading towards the north side of the city and towards the seaside.

About twenty minutes later, they arrived uptown, in the north-side neighborhood known for expensive mansions.

Rachel entered the elevator behind him. Jack lived in a single apartment on the top floor. She felt a little embarrassed before entering.

As far as she knew, Jack had been living with Celine.

Somehow, coming to this apartment felt wrong to Rachel.

Jack walked to the door and opened it. After a moment of hesitation, Rachel finally followed him in.

He didn't find any slippers suitable for Rachel in the shoe cabinet of the hallway, so he had to take a pair of his own. He put them on the floor, rubbed his nose, and said to Rachel, "I don't have female slippers. If you don't mind, you can use mine."

"It doesn't matter." She took off her shoes and put them on. But these slippers were several sizes too big, and looked funny to her, as if children had stolen adult shoes.

Rachel tried to take a few steps, but finally she ■d

had to stop. She looked at Jack helplessly. "I can walk barefoot," she suggested.

He stopped himself from laughing, and said, "The floor is dirty."

Rachel lowered her eyes and looked at her feet. She said, "Okay, then... Ahhh!"

Unexpectedly, Jack lifted her up again. Without thinking, Rachel put her arms around his neck. Surprised by the warmth of his body, she asked, "Why is your body so warm?"

However, he didn't feel anything unusual. He walked to the sofa quickly and put her down. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Was his body too warm? He didn't feel it.

Jack turned around and pressed the light switch in the living room. Rachel finally saw the decoration of his apartment clearly, including the marbled floor and the hanging lamp on the ceiling.

Behind them was the half-open kitchen. The whole house was clean and very well designed, without any vulgar showiness.

The kettle on the table was empty of water.

The room was perfectly clean and had no signs of having been lived in. It was completely unlike her own place.

"I have some work to finish. I'll arrange to have dinner delivered here. Can I drive you back later?" he asked.

Rachel was not in a hurry to leave. She looked around the apartment quietly. ■d

Then she looked back at him and said, "I'm not in a hurry, but are you sure this isn't inconvenient for you?"

"No, it's not..." His answer was a bit tentative. He felt rather tired, but he didn't care about it.

He didn't think there was anything unusual about him.

Rachel asked, "Do you have thermometer here?"