My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 331

Celine didn't expect that when she and her friends walked out of the bar two nights later, they would be cornered by two men with a suitcase.

Upon taking a closer look, she realized that the suitcase was hers!

After taking a shower, Rachel was about to dry her hair and go to bed when she heard a familiar screech echoing from the other side of the door. "Open the door! Open the door!"

The muffled sounds grew louder and louder as each second passed.

She frowned, wondering why Celine would come here of all places.

Although she wanted to ignore it, it was already approaching midnight. If the woman continued to scream like a banshee, Rachel was afraid that the neighbors would begin to complain.

However, as soon as Rachel opened the door, she was met with a slap in the face. "Are you crazy?" she demanded.

"Am I crazy? This is all your fault! I'll fucking kill you!" Celine glared at her ferociously. She was about to slap her again but Rachel had already grabbed her wrist.

She wasn't foolish enough to stand still and let her succeed once more.

Rachel dug her nails into the woman's skin. "Why don't you head back to the mental hospital?" she said snidely. "Your doctors are probably looking for you."

It was already late at night, and she wasn't in the mood to converse with Celine anymore. But just as she was about to close the door, Celine blocked it with a foot. "You're the one who inserted yourself in our lives. Jack is mine! How dare you try to compete with something that isn't yours in the first place, you fucking slut!"

she cursed.

Rachel sneered. "If you haven't figured it out already, I'm the one with the marriage certificate.

She pointed at her. "You, in your own words, are the 'fucking slut' who invaded my relationship."

That was the last thing Celine wanted to hear from her. She gritted her teeth, and a crazed glint appeared in her eyes. "I'm the one who Jack loves! If it weren't for you, I would've already married him. I wouldn't have been driven out of Ninwell City like this!"

The two men that had greeted her by the entrance of the bar were ordered by Jack to send her out of Ninwell City. It had been seventy-two hours since their last conversation.

If she hadn't been screaming to attract the police, she would've already been out of the picture.

Thinking of this, her face twisted further. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this! This is your fault!"

While she was speaking, Celine suddenly wrenched a small knife from her bag and waved it at her. She looked like one of those killers in the movies Rachel used to watch.

'Has she gone mad?'

Rachel's eyes widened at the sight as she staggered back. She was about to run to the counter to call the police when Jack had arrived right in time.

Before Celine could swing the knife towards her, Jack grabbed the woman's wrists. He twisted her arm roughly, and she screamed. The knife in her hand clattered onto the tiles.

Afraid that she would do something crazy again, Rachel didn't waste any time as she picked up the knife and threw it into the trash can. When she glanced at them, Celine had already fallen to the floor, and her usually smooth hair was messy.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Jack placed his hands on Rachel's shoulders as he scanned her briefly. He had no idea what would've happened to her if he had been a few seconds late.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. What happened to her?"

"I'll take care of it. You can go back to your room first and dry your hair."

Jack's eyes were filled with anger. He had initially asked his men to send Celine away, but he suddenly received a call that she had escaped. Now, he might as well finish what he had started.

Rachel didn't insist otherwise. When she returned to her room, she could vaguely hear their conversation. She dried her hair. At last, the entire flat turned quiet. However, Jack still didn't come in.

'Did he leave?'

Frowning, she opened the door to see that Jack had been lounging on the sofa and drinking up the red wine in his glass.

Rachel went to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. "Why are you drinking here alone?" she asked. "What happened?"

He clinked her glass with hers, and his eyes crinkled. "Now, you have no reason to reject me, right?"

She froze, stunned by his question.

Jack placed his glass on the table and reached out to hold her. "Back then, you used Celine as an excuse to say how we weren't suitable for each other. Now that she left, she would never disturb us again. Now, will you still reject me?"

She pushed him away and tried to change the topic. "You still haven't explained to me what happened. Why did she slap me?"

Her cheek was so swollen that she had to apply some ice on her face.

Jack cupped her face with both hands. Although his eyes were filled with love and affection for her, rage swirled in his heart.

Unable to stand his silence, she removed his hands. "Have you found the evidence that she stole the paper?"

"Yes." He straightened his back. "She bribed a nurse in your department. The nurse was the one who helped her copy everything from your director's computer."

He took out a U disk from his pocket and handed it to her. "You can give this to your director, and everything will be revealed."

"What's in it?" She eyed the disk carefully in her hand before placing it back on the table.