Jack cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't know."
He wasn't aware of what went on with proposals, given that he hadn't actually proposed himself.
Seeing his awkwardness, Henry clapped his hands together.
"I forgot. You were in an arranged marriage," he slurred bluntly.
Jack curled his lips and resisted the urge to smash his own bottle against the table, but his friend didn't even notice it.
Henry tilted his head and took another chug from his own glass. "What am I going to do?" he groaned, clutching his head.
Jack shrugged helplessly. It was at these times when he didn't know how to advise him. It was also these types of situations wherein the man should help himself.
Henry was now in an awkward position, and he just didn't know what to do.
He'd been racking his head the entire time on how to get the woman to accept his proposal. At his desperate expression, Jack had to hold back to laugh.
Henry didn't drink a lot since his father called him back.
It was just half an hour after midnight when he
finally left.
The bar was incredibly busy during that time. Jack had parked his car far away from the bar, so he had to make a detour. As he passed through the lively streets, he could see his sights being blinded by neon signs.
Although it was late, the streets were bustling. In addition to the shops, small stalls had also opened up on the side streets to accompany the crowd.
It was summer now, yet there were still many stalls selling barbecue under the shimmering stars.
Heavy smoke billowed, covering his surroundings.
Jack frowned, covering his nose at the amount of smoke around him.
The streets accommodated the younger generation. They all walked in small groups as they laughed and cursed boisterously from time to time. It made the atmosphere much livelier.
He couldn't help but think back to the old snack street where Rachel and he used to go to.
A smile slipped into his lips at the thought.
Several young women walked pass him as he was walking, and he slightly turned his body to avoid bumping into them.
Suddenly, a man jumped out from the crowd and pushed past the younger crowd.
The girls shrieked in surprise.
Suddenly, a figure fell into his arms. He was going to avoid her, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he reflexively reached out and caught her.
Before he could react, she clung to his clothes and buried her head into his chest, screaming.
Jack tried to shove her, but it was to no avail. "Miss, could you please let me go?" he whispered in her ear.
At the sound of his voice, the girl recovered from her shock and looked up at him. She immediately loosened her grip and took a step back, flushing in embarrassment.
"Shit, sorry. 1-1 didn't mean it," she stuttered out.
Her friends gathered around her in concern. "What's wrong?"
The girl could only stare at Jack's direction in a daze, so the others followed her stare.
Seeing that she finally let go, Jack flicked off the dirt that had attached to his shirt and continued on his way.
A faint voice sounded behind him.
"He's hot."
Jack shook his head. He wasn't one to care for all those compliments thrown at his way. Soon enough, he finally got into his car and drove back home. As he parked near the gate, he noticed that the lights were on. Was Rachel awake?
When he entered the room, he saw her coming out to get a glass of water.
In fact, not long after he had gone out, Rachel
woke up.
She felt much better after taking a rest, but as she tossed and turned, she found that she still couldn't get fall asleep.
When she opened her eyes to glance at the clock, it was already midnight.
The other side of the bed was empty and cold to touch. She had been used to sleeping with him these past few days that she couldn't help but feel a bit lost when he wasn't by her side. It was a weird feeling.
For so many years, she had been used to sleeping alone. She didn't know that these past few days could change her so much.
Seeing as she couldn't get back to sleep, she decided to get a glass of water. She wondered what made her change so quickly
or what made her forget her hatred towards the man.
As she was drowning in her thoughts, he finally returned.
His eyes widened momentarily when he saw that she was still awake. "Didn't you fall asleep? Why are you up?" he asked softly.
"I just woke up." Rachel unscrewed the lid of the bottled water and took a sip. The fresh water moistened her throat, making her feel better.
She didn't expect that she would suffer from heatstroke. Fortunately, she had recovered after having the intravenous fluid.
When he approached, Rachel frowned
unconsciously. A strange fragrance entered her nostrils.
"Where did you go?" she asked. "I got a call from Henry, so I went out to meet him," he said honestly.
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