My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 180

Jack frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. When he saw that Rachel looked back, he tried to put his hand down and forced an emotionless face.

However, it was already too late.

"Are you having a stomachache?" She frowned. "Have you had dinner?"

Jack hesitated, unsure on what to tell her.

At his hesitation, her face darkened. "Don't lie to

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me.

"No, I haven't," he said sulkily.

Besides, he knew for a fact that the truth would garner her attention,

and it did. Throughout the entire day, she had given him her undivided attention.

Rachel was the one who supervised and cared for him as if he was her patient. When she heard that he hadn't had dinner yet, she decided to take up other measures.

She pulled Jack onto the sofa and asked him to sit down as if she was instructing a disobedient child. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't run around. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles in a bit."

Without another word, she turned towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Judging from all the fresh ingredients, it was obvious that they were just bought recently. Her lips

turned after surveying all of them.

"Tell them not to buy so many things next time," she advised.

Besides, they only had breakfasts and suppers at home. By the time they got through all of them, the vegetables might have already rotted.

Jack nodded as a smile threaded across his

lips.

His wife was excellent at taking care of people, given that this was also her profession.

Rachel placed the noodles into a bowl of steaming water. When the noodles were already softening, she added beef slices and a dash of beans into the broth to give it a delectable base. She put a fried egg on top and sprinkled the noodles with chopped greens.

It looked like a chef's masterpiece. The food's aroma drifted around the room,

enticing Jack almost immediately.

There were a lot of noodles in the bowl. As Rachel was about to hand the chopsticks to him, he went over and got another pair.

He smiled. "It's not good to eat too much, right? It wouldn't do my stomach any good."

Rachel blinked. "I've already had dinner. Really, it's okay if you don't finish them. It doesn't..." '...matter.'

Before she could even finish her words, Jack moved the bowl between them. "We shouldn't waste food." Rachel was at a loss for words. She had never seen him save money.

He moved his chair closer to her.

"We can share."

"Fine." Rachel finally relented. "Just a little."

His eyes were filled with mirth. "Sure."

The noodles taste better than they looked, and that was saying something. However, Jack had a lot of things on his mind.

Rachel rolled up the noodles and ate some before putting down her chopsticks. Her stomach couldn't take any more.

Jack waved his hand casually. "I can eat the

rest."

Rachel stared as Jack buried his head into the bowl. She couldn't help but wonder when their relationship developed so fast.

Whenever she was with Jack, everything just felt so natural, and she didn't know why.

She tried questioning herself millions of times, yet she still couldn't find an answer.

It was as if there had been a gate between them before, and now that it was gone.

As Rachel was still deep in thought, Jack already finished the noodles in his bowl.

The painful cramps he had earlier were already gone.

"That was really good,"

he praised, not even exaggerating it in the

slightest. If she would stop everything and open up her own noodle shop, he'd probably be the first one there.

That was if she only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a bowl of delicious noodles, she wasn't that good at cooking anything else.

He cleared the bowls and chopsticks on his own initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave him the medicine and recorded his progress.

In fact, Jack had gotten a lot better these days.

It was thanks to his young age and the loving care that he had received.