My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 346

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was kissing the horizons one last time. When Rachel came out of the hospital, she could see Jack leaning against the side of his car.

He was wearing a black suit, with his sleeves rolled up. He had one hand shoved into his pocket while the other was holding his phone.

Several people couldn't help but pass by and look his way, but he didn't seem to mind. Besides, being one of the most influential man in the city, he was used to the attention.

He would usually attract lustful and envious gazes wherever he went.

Rachel walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, you can stop modeling for now, " she teased.

In an instant, he shoved his phone into his pocket and opened the door to the passenger seat. Afraid that she might misunderstand him, he quickly explained, "Austin just sent me a document, so I had to look at it."

"You look busy," she noted. When he yawned upon starting the car, she scrunched up her eyebrows in concern. "Do you want me to drive? You look exhausted."

Jack stepped onto the gas and drove through the traffic. He shrugged. "I can do it. It's just the company has received a lot of project proposals in the past few days. That's why I've been busy."

When they stopped at the red light, he turned to her. "What do you want to eat later?"

"Hmm..."

Glancing at the dark circles under his eyes, Rachel tilted her head. "I don't have a lot of food left in the fridge. How about we go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients? I can cook for you."

"Okay."

The suggestion was actually what Jack really wanted. Without another thought, he turned around and drove straight to the supermarket.

It was rush hour, and a lot of people had just got out of work. They quickly grabbed onto their shopping carts and pushed through the crowd before them.

Jack pulled her into his arms. Before she could react and push him a way, a shopping cart passed her in a hurry, missing her by an inch. "Be careful," he said faintly before letting her go.

He grabbed onto his shopping cart and pushed it forward. He grabbed a can of corns from one of the shelves and placed it into the cart. "Let's go, " he said, glancing at Rachel who had just been standing there this whole time. "Okay..."

She flushed and followed up. Once they reached the seafood section, she pointed at a mandarin fish in the aquarium. "Let's go buy that one."

After half an hour of shopping, the couple finally returned to their apartment. Rachel placed the bags of food onto the desk and motioned to her bedroom. "Why don't you lie down and rest?" she suggested. "I'll wake you up when it's ready.

"Don't you need my help?"

"You could rest first. You could just help me by finishing up all the food that I cooked." Rachel walked into the kitchen and prepared all the ingredients she planned on using. Seeing him standing by the doorway, she rolled her eyes. "Go," she insisted. "I'll call you later."

In an hour, she finished making three dishes and a bowl of soup. After setting them all on the table and filling both their bowls with steamed rice, she went to the bedroom to wake him up.

Jack wasn't sleeping. Instead, he was leaning against the headboard and looking through her photo album. All of the photos were taken during the three years she had been abroad.

Although photos could now be stored in the computer, Rachel preferred printing them out. That way, she didn't need to worry about losing the memory card or whatnot. Given that she'd been busy the past few days, she had only printed them out two days ago.

Rachel knocked on the door, snapping him out of his reverie. "It's time for dinner."

On the table were boiled cabbage, fried bacon with garlic bolt, peanut mandarin fish, and carrot soup. Although it was simple, it was still a considerate helping, given that it was just the two of them.

Although he was suffering from a cold, Jack still had a good appetite. He continued eating, relishing the delicious food. After helping himself to two bowls of rice, he wiped the corners of his lips and proceeded to pick up the empty bowls.

"Put it down. I'll do it," she ordered.

Seeing her quickly retreat into the kitchen, he raised his eyebrows. "You're nicer today," he commented.

"When have I not been nice?" She squeezed some detergent into her sponge and proceeded to wipe the dishes. Hearing him chuckle from behind her, she waved her gloved hand up in the air. "Sit on the sofa first. I'll be right out."

She made sure to wipe the smudge out of her plates. It took her half an hour to wash all those dishes and to dry them up on the rack. Once she was done, she dried her hands and grabbed the box of medicine from her bag.

She threw it to him. "Here." Upon looking at it, he quickly paced it back onto the tea table. "I've already recovered from my cough."

As soon as the words left his lips, he started to cough even more.

Her lips twitched. She grabbed the pitcher from the kitchen and poured him a glass of warm water. "Stop acting like a child and take two pills."

"Fine."

His eyes glinted with mischief.