My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 173

Tracy turned around, feeling a little hesitant. "I was looking for them. Why aren't they here?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Why not just give them a phone call?"

She didn't say anything. What she really wanted to do was look for them in secret.

"You shouldn't worry too much about them. They'll be fine," Jonathan said.

"I'm not worried," she said automatically, turning to face him. "Don't you think it's a little strange? When did they decide to be together? It's just so sudden."

Jonathan laughed silently at the sight of his wife's confused face as he led her into their own bedroom. "I told you not worry about it, okay? They'll deal with it themselves," he said softly.

"My hips have been aching these past two days. Do you mind giving me a massage?"

Rachel had proven further that she couldn't drink. Although it was just a bottle of pineapple beer, whose alcohol content was low enough that it could be associated with water, it still made her flush after walking down from the top floor.

However, she was still very sober. When they were going downstairs, Jack was thinking whether or not he needed to help her. Seeing that she could still walk on her own, he withdrew his arm.

She really couldn't drink.

It was quiet in the house. It seemed that his parents had already gone to bed.

They went into their bedroom.

After taking a shower, Rachel completely sobered up. She felt something warm come over her, only to see that it was Jack who had also just finished his bath.

Before she could react, he grabbed her waist and kissed her possessively.

She couldn't even bear his experienced skills. Within a few seconds, she withdrew from his lips, panting.

"Not here," she murmured as they inched closer to the bed.

However, he didn't listen to her as his hands wandered across her body. "Why not?"

"We're at your parents' home," she whispered.

"Don't worry. No one will hear us."

What he didn't know was that Rachel didn't care about the soundproofing of the room. What she was afraid of was the housekeeper who would be in charge of cleaning it all up. His parents were sure to find out.

However, these thoughts couldn't win Jack

over.

A part of her thought that she was still drunk by that beer. It had made her indulgent to his desires.

The next day, they got up very late. When they finally left the house, Rachel was almost

expressionless when she said her farewells to her inlaws.

Her reaction puzzled them. Only Jack knew what she was feeling.

Resisting the urge to laugh, he gently took his wife's hand and said goodbye to his parents. Jonathan was pleased at the sight.

No matter how many obstacles blocked them, Jonathan was ecstatic to see that the two of them were together again.

After they drove away, Rachel relaxed in her

seat.

She loosened her shoulders and buried her face into her hands.

"Fuck," she murmured.

Jack burst out laughing at her remorseful face.

"They won't pay attention to that," he coaxed her.

Last night was their first real night as a couple in that bedroom. The room, after being present for so many years, had finally played its role.

However, for Rachel, it wasn't a night worth celebrating.

After all, she wasn't as shameless as her husband.

"Are you really that shy?" he teased. "From the way you're looking at me now, you could freeze me over."

'As if you aren't cold yourself,' she thought, fully knowing that the coldness he was referring to was

different from his personality.

Rachel's appearance brought forth an impression of being cold and insincere. If she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating. Besides, she was quiet and introverted, which distanced her even more from the people around her.

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

Who could be colder than Jack? The man was an iceberg!

As her head leaned against the window, she couldn't help but smile.