My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 32

Rachel was speechless. She hesitated for a second before letting him hold the boy.

"Which ward?"

"Please come with me. Mendes, you should thank him!"

The boy cradled in Jack's arms looked at him timidly. "Thank you," he murmured, licking his sticky hand.

Weighing the baby in his arms, Jack stole a glance at Rachel. They walked together in silence to the ward. Putting the baby down, Jack inwardly sighed, 'I think it's time for him to lose weight.1

The three were now the focal point of others present in the ward.

Their eyes brimmed with curiosity, especially focused on Jack

Sitting on the bed, Mendes was quiet. Rachel went to the bathroom and got a towel dampening it with some water. Then she began to clean his hand.

Jack quietly observed from the side of the bed.

Mendes glanced furtively at the man standing beside his bed. Rolling his eyes, he got closer to Rachel and pouted his lips complaining, "Rachel, my arm hurts!"

He gestured towards his broken left arm. After wiping his hand, Rachel checked his temperature. She talked to him in a low voice, trying to console ■3

him. By the time she turned around, Jack was nowhere to be seen in the ward.

Could it really be a mere coincidence? Had he come to visit someone in the hospital and happened to see her giving Mendes an injection?

Rachel patted Mendes' cheek, comforting him. "Please stay here, Mendes. Your sister will arrive soon."

After hearing news of Celia's arrival, Mendes did not know what to do. He pulled at Rachel's sleeve, whispering, "Please do not let my sister feed me carrots. Please?"

Rachel held back her laughter. "Okay. I will tell her. I have to work now. I'll see you tomorrow."

As soon as she stood up, Mendes quickly grabbed her. "Rachel!"

"What?" Rachel turned around. "When will my parents come and pick me up?" he questioned.

Rachel's expression softened. "They will be here in two days," she said, touching his soft hair.

"All right." Mendes looked down, clearly disappointed.

On exiting the ward, Rachel saw Jack. She realized he had only left to take a call.

Rachel stood waiting. As soon as Jack hung up the phone, he walked towards her.

Before she had the chance to say anything, Jack asked, "Is it time for you to get off work? I'll drive you home."

Pursing her lips, Rachel stuffed her hands in her ■3

pocket. "What the hell do you want to do?"

Jack looked as if he hadn't understood what she had said. "I'll take you back," he stated, serious.

Taking a look at the crowd around her, Rachel gestured to Jack to follow her. "We need to talk in private."

Before he could say anything, she turned around and began walking. Jack quietly followed her. As soon as they found a remote corner, Rachel turned around and eyed the man standing in front of her.

Being over 1.8 meters in height, Jack was taller than most men. He towered over Rachel, who felt somewhat intimidated.

"I didn't get a chance to thank you for what happened yesterday," she said.

"My pleasure." Jack's curiosity peaked. He wanted to know why she had invited him here to talk.

Rachel didn't expect Jack to reply that way, and it made her feel uncomfortable.

She was in the habit of using her mild-mannered personality to make up for alienating herself from others. But, Jack just used the same way to deal with her.

Taking a deep breath, Rachel said, "You don't have to drive me back. Just arrange two bodyguards to come get me as you previously—"

"I don't mind repeating what I told you this morning," Jack interrupted. "If something happens to you, I will not be able to explain it to my father. Hiram did what he did because he wanted to threaten me.1' He leaned toward Rachel with one hand in his pocket, smiling. "I especially came here to be your driver. Why are you so unhappy, Dr. Shen?"

His provocative attitude made Rachel want to choke. She wanted desperately to tell him to leave her alone because she wanted nothing to do with him.