My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 149

Rachel tried her best to comfort Eric. "If you don't mind, you can have a cosmetic surgery."

"It doesn't matter. It's easy for a man to get scars," Eric chuckled.

"Go and find someone to give you more scars then!" Rachel slapped his shoulder and laughed.

"Ouch! You don't have to be so cruel, I'm not that stupid," said Eric as he lowered his head.

Rachel crossed her arms and frowned. "Then why were you so impulsive? You're a grown man, Eric. You're not a kid anymore, make better decisions!" He shook his head and snickered. "Alright already, I will. I'll stop being impulsive."

"Good. If this ever happens again, I'll be the one to add more scars on you," she said as she applied the ointment on Eric's scar.

Eric winced and the corner of his mouth twitched. Who knew Rachel could be this scary?

Rachel noticed that her ointment had run out and she rummaged through the medicine kit for another one. Suddenly, someone tapped on her shoulder and held out the ointment before her.

It was Jack. She didn't even notice when he got here.

Rachel took the medicine from his hand and said, "When did you get here? Why didn't you say something?"

"I just came in. Didn't you hear me come in?"

"No, I didn't notice. Anyway, thanks for this."

Eric wanted to turn his head to see Jack, but Rachel told him not to move.

Eric made no effort to contest and stayed still.

Jack leaned his back on the wall while crossing his arms and smiling. He noticed that Rachel was in a better mood than yesterday.

"Are you free today?" asked Rachel.

Jack was surprised. Was she trying to drive him away?

After a few seconds of pondering, he answered, "I'm dropping by the company this afternoon."

"I see." Rachel focused her attention on applying the medicine to Eric's wounds

Jack thought she was acting weird so he stood in attention.

'Is she still mad at me?'

After Rachel applied ointment to Eric's back, Eric wanted to wear his shirt but she advised him that he should let the ointment dry out first.

The black scab and the ferocious red wound with thread stitches were still there.

It was still quite painful, but it was bearable enough after the ointment had been applied.

When Rachel went to wash her hands, Jack called Eric's attention.

Eric, who was humming on the back of the chair, was frightened. He turned his head to look at

him. "What?11 By the sound of his voice, he was not happy to be talking to Jack.

Jack smiled and put his hand on Eric's shoulder.

"What is it you want this time?" Eric was becoming vigilant.

Jack's eyes glinted as he lowered his head next to Eric.

Jack heard Eric swallowing nervously. Sweat even ran down from his temple.

Eric cleared his throat and stared Jack in the eye. "What do you want? Just tell me already," he said, trying to sound commanding.

"Relax, boy, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you a question," he said as he patted Eric's shoulder to ease the tension.

"Who said I was nervous?"

Eric and Rachel were so alike. Jack clenched his hand on Eric's shoulder.

Before he could say anything, he heard someone talk behind them. "What are you doing?"

Both of them turned their heads, unaware of how intimate they looked in Rachel's eyes.

"What do you think we're doing?" Jack straightened his back and looked at Rachel in confusion. Eric was confused as well.

Rachel pressed her finger against her temple. She shook her head and sighed. "I guess it was nothing."

Rachel went over to Eric to take his dirty shirt

from the sofa. Jack furrowed his brows and gripped her slender wrist.

Rachel was startled by his sudden aggression.

He bit his lower lip and said, "I need to speak to you." Eric stared at the two of them as they went upstairs. "What the hell? What in God's name are they doing up there?" he muttered to himself when they were out of sight.

The window of her bedroom was open, and the curtain was being blown up by the wind like it was dancing.

"What do you want, Jack?" asked Rachel.

Jack closed the door and put his hands into his pockets. "Why are you angry at me, Rachel? Have I done something wrong again?"

"I told you, I'm not angry," she said begrudgingly.

"Yes, you are. You're mad at me, I can tell!" Jack sighed and covered his forehead with his hand. "Ever since you came back from the restaurant yesterday, something was wrong with you."

Rachel was surprised. She never expected that he would observe her carefully. She turned her face away from him and thought of an excuse. "Nothing. It's just one of those days where I'm not in the mood."

Jack didn't buy it, he kept pestering her for the answer.

She finally snapped and shouted at Jack, "Why do you care so much? I told you it was nothing!"

Jack inched closer to Rachel. "Because I care

about you, Rachel. Am I not allowed to care?"

Her anger slowly dissipated. Jack was not the kind of man that would admit something like that so decisively, and yet here he was.

"I'm just really not in the mood recently, you don't have to worry," she said while covering her mouth.