My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 230

The curled up quilt on the bed slightly moved. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Rachel sat up.

Her long, black hair fell down her shoulders. It caressed her snow-white skin, making her look like a goddess. Her eyes were her best feature. At present, it was shining like the stars.

A slight frown appeared on her face. She was displeased at being awakened.

Shock was written all over his face. Blinking his eyes, he asked, "Were you sleeping?"

Rachel's glance went on him. She snapped, "What else should I be doing at this hour?"

Why couldn't she sleep? Did he want her to stay awake for him?

After pondering over it for a while, Jack asked again, "You have been sleeping all this while?"

How could she sleep! How could anyone sleep when they were mentally disturbed?

Jack was confused and didn't know how to react. Anyway, before he could say something, Rachel spoke. "Turn off the light please. You may not want to sleep but I am quite sleepy."

His expression changed immediately. He took off his coat and said, "I want to sleep. What makes you think otherwise?"

When Rachel was about to yawn, Jack raised his hand to take off his clothes. Her reaction changed and now she seemed alert.

She looked at him straight in the eyes and warned, "Don't tell me you plan on sleeping without taking a shower!"

From his actions, it looked like he would jump into bed any second. And if he did it, she wouldn't think twice before kicking him off.

"Don't be hasty with your judgment. I am taking off my clothes to take a shower."

Rachel slightly lifted the corners of her mouth. Feigning a fake smile, she nodded her head and said, "In that case, alright."

She let out a yawn and fell back in the bed.

Jack, on the other hand, went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Turning on the faucet, he let the warm water flow through his strong body.

His deep black eyes stared into the empty walls. In the state of seclusion, he replayed the scene that had happened in the bedroom. Something was wrong with Rachel's behavior.

His eyes were full of unpredictable emotions. His earlier emotion of embarrassment and panic had disappeared.

Rachel lay on her side. Like him, she too was deep in thoughts. She wasn't so heartless to fall asleep. Her heart was brimming with rage and nobody could fall asleep in such a state.

Jack remained in the washroom for what felt like hours. He wasn't in a hurry to confront her.

Rachel was waiting for an explanation. She wanted him to pour his heart out and dispel all the anxiety she was going through.

Patiently, she waited for his arrival.

Looking at the clock, she realized half an hour had passed!

Her heart sank deeper and deeper. She turned off the lights and lay down, lost in thoughts.

When she heard a knock on the door, Rachel cast a glance at the direction of the door. Quickly, she diverted her attention to the other direction.

'Is he expecting me to call him in? If so, he shall remain there forever. No such thing will happen!' she thought, fury getting the best of her.

Her eyes were dark and she couldn't care less about what he was doing outside.

To her surprise, after a while, Jack opened the door. Soon, the familiar smell of body wash wafted in the air. In spite of her anger, she found some solace in it.

She pretended to be asleep and didn't move an inch. Jack too remained motionless.

He didn't touch her and there was barrier between them. Internally, she admonished herself for expecting an explanation from this careless man.

Her mood had turned completely sour.

It was best for him to be quiet and not bother her.

Now it was certain he didn't have anything to explain! If he did, he would have told her as soon as he came.

Rachel closed her eyes and tried to suppress both her anger and sorrow. Her nose twitched. A feeling of grievance began to spread in her heart.

She remained lying on her side and didn't move. And during this hard time, she prayed for sleep to provide her with respite, but it wouldn't come.

Her motionless body deluded Jack into believing she had finally fallen asleep.

He moved an inch closer to her and let out a sigh. The sigh was barely audible but Rachel didn't miss it. She heard it clearly. Rachel She the bed sheet beneath her like it was her sole support.

"Rachel, I am sorry," Jack apologized. His voice came out as whisper.

Just when Rachel thought things couldn't get worse, he had made her angrier. His sorry proved he was guilty. There was no confession, instead he accepted he had made a mistake!

Those suppressed emotions, at this moment, were all turned into a drop of tear, slowly sliding down from her bright eyes and seeping into the pillow cover.

Rachel didn't sleep well the whole night. Her thoughts were a mess. Again and again, she wondered the true meaning behind his sigh and apology.

She thought about it for a whole night, but she still couldn't figure it out.

The night passed quietly. The couple hadn't found a way to resolve the issue.

One was engulfed by anger whereas the other worried about making another wrong move.

They had an invisible barrier between them which their close proximity couldn't remove.

With all this worry, Jack too didn't sleep well. When he woke up the next day, he found that the bed beside him was already empty. He lifted the quilt, got up and walked out of the room with slippers on.