Rachel remembered the way Holley looked at her on the bus. It was like she was Holley's prey.
Holley stood for a while before saying embarrassingly, "Rachel, please forgive me."
"Huh? What?" Rachel pretended to be in a daze for a short while. She then put on a cold look and said with a faint smile, "It's alright."
Holley deliberately ignored Rachel's coldness and continued to cling on her intimately.
But before she could speak again, Rachel pulled her arm away. The smile on Holley's face froze for a few seconds, and then darkness flashed across her eyes quickly.
However, she acted to feel hurt, so when she raised her head, her eyes filled with tears.
"Rachel,
I'm sorry." Rachel opened her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry. I just don't like being so close to anyone."
Holley had been ready to act well, but she was interrupted by what Rachel said.
She pulled her hand awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little sensitive."
"You don't have to be so cautious," Rachel said. "I don't think you should be ashamed of who you are."
Holley's eyes lit upon hearing Rachel's words. She pursed her lips without saying anything.
Over the past few days, Jack's car had frequently parked in the same location outside the house and stayed there all night.
Even the security guards in the neighborhood were already familiar to him. At first, they were wary of him. But when they found out that he was Rachel's husband, they no longer paid much attention to him. However, they were just curious why he never came in.
They speculated that maybe he was banished by his wife, so he couldn't enter their home.
As what they knew, the real owner of the house was the wife.
She was the beautiful doctor but always wore a cold expression on her face. They knew that she had a husband.
But over the years, they hadn't seen her husband coming in and out of the house.
It was only these past few days that he came here, but he was not going in.
Today, the security guard on duty went and knocked on his car window.
Seeing Jack's car being parked here so early in the morning, he wondered if he had stayed here the whole night. The security guard was afraid that something bad might happen to him inside the car.
When the window was rolled down, the security guard felt relieved. Fortunately, the person inside the car was alright.
Jack stared at him coldly. His fingers were tapping on the steering wheel.
The security said politely, "Mr. Fu, I am so sorry, but this is a no-parking area during the day."
Jack pursed his lips and rubbed his forehead. After hesitating for a moment, he started the car and drove towards the villa.
It seemed that he needed to enter the house this time.
When Jack entered the villa, he saw a pair of men's shoes in the hallway.
He closed the door behind him and looked around the house. After taking a few more steps, he accidentally kicked some cans of beer on the floor.
As he went further, he heard a familiar snore. His mouth slightly twitched as he looked up.
Jack went to the living room. He saw a man lying on the sofa with one hand on the floor. The center table was full of empty snack pouches and bottles of beer.
He couldn't help shaking his head. If Rachel would see this, he wondered how she would react. She would probably throw Eric outside the house in an instant.
He lived like a king in Rachel's house while she was away.
Jack walked over and picked up an empty bottle. He then poked Eric's head with it as he said, "Eric, wake up."
Unfortunately, Eric was too drunk to wake up.
He had already raised his voice, but Eric still didn't open his eyes. Instead, he pulled a throw pillow and covered his face.
Eric had been here for several days, and the house was in a total mess.
And since he wouldn't get up, Jack had intended to use his strength.
He believed that Eric heard him and just turned a deaf ear on him.
Now he knew how to deal with this big brat.
This time, waking him up with the ice cubes wouldn't work anymore, so Jack leaned over and gave him a hard push. Then he whispered, "Get up, Eric. Rachel is coming back." Eric got up in an instant and opened his eyes in a trance. Although it was obvious that he wasn't fully awake yet, he pushed Jack and hurriedly cleaned up the table.
He swept all the trash on the table with his two hands.
Jack watched him calmly, with arms crossed in front of his chest.
When Eric finished taking all the trash from the table, he looked around nervously.
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