My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 216

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows and gazed up at Jack in confusion. "Why should I be afraid?"

After a moment's silence, he changed the topic. "Will you hate it?"

"What?"

"Will you hate attending banquets like this, in the name of Mrs. Fu? All of them will come up to you and propose a toast."

She pouted, "But I can't drink."

"If you don't feel like—"

"I'll be fine," she quickly interrupted, giving him the largest smile she could ever possibly give. "Am I a person with no guts?"

Understanding what she meant, Jack smiled and held her hand. "Of course not, Mrs. Fu."

As expected, there were tons of people coming to the banquet. In fact, they were so many that she didn't know every single one of them.

Although they were familiar with Jack, the man had treated them quite indifferently.

Before they could ask who she was, he already taken the initiative to introduce her. "This is my wife, Rachel Shen."

She smiled at them gently, pretending not to notice their different expressions.

Many looked like they were startled. Rachel

thought it was funny.

Luckily, the banquet went smoothly. The host was incredibly influential, so even Jack had to show his respects. He couldn't leave until the banquet was over.

Rachel didn't drink any alcohol, while Jack had already taken quite a few glasses.

The crowds just kept on coming.

Knowing that Mrs. Fu was present in the banquet, they all neared Jack to try and find who the lucky woman was.

After seeing them, they found that the two were a perfect match.

Jack introduced her to everyone that they had bumped into that she was his wife, confirming all the rumors on the Internet. Even then, they still couldn't help but be in awe of such an accomplishment.

How could Jack have gotten married so suddenly? There wasn't even a wedding? Did his family not like her? Or was she pregnant?

All sorts of guesses ran through their minds.

Soon enough, the word spread, and more and more questions arose.

There were a lot of people who seemed to be inquiring about Rachel's background as well.

Given that she wasn't popular in the business circle or the entertainment circle, everyone wanted to know exactly who she was.

Rachel, being naive of that sort of thing,

couldn't really see the gossip and questions behind their taut glares. What she saw was everyone's curious gaze.

She wasn't afraid of their stare. In fact, she even let them stare at her. When she met their inquisitive glare, she gazed back at them gracefully, which only made them turn away in embarrassment.

After walking around for a while, they finally found the time to be alone. Jack raised his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How is it? Are you used to it?"

Rachel leaned against him. "I saw a few people whom I've seen on TV before."

"Yes. There are a few politicians here."

She stared up at him with her bright eyes. "Can I say something about them?"

"Of course." A smile curved into his lips.

Rachel chuckled. "Well, they talk more than they were on TV."

Knowing that she was referring to them speculating about their relationship, Jack couldn't help but smirk. "I agree."

While others were talking about the couple, Rachel was doing the same thing right back at them.

After a while, she stopped. After all, she wasn't fond with gossiping.

Knowing this, Jack placed her inside a small booth that he had prepared for her. The room was separated from the hall by plants and a screen.

People would know that there was someone inside, so they wouldn't come in to disturb them.

The waiter quickly placed their plates on the table.

Since they couldn't leave soon, Jack made sure that Rachel had a safe space where she could relax herself.

Rachel knew from his careful behavior that he was afraid that she wouldn't like it here.

She pursed her lips. She was just so unfamiliar with the place.

She just wasn't used to socializing, especially with crowds who were too enamored with gossips related to them.

She had forgotten that they would be no quiet place at a banquet like this.

Before long, she could hear clicks of heels nearing her.

Rachel could hear that they sat down somewhere not far from her location.

One of the women sighed. "What's wrong?" another asked.

"These shoes are terrible!" the woman groaned. "I can't wear them without stubbing my toes."

Soon, they found themselves discussing clothes and accessories.

Rachel listened in, but she still felt unfamiliar with the topic. She had never been fond of branded bags or cosmetics. Although she knew of their importance, she never found the need to talk about