My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 399

"I can walk by myself." In her mind, Rachel wanted to extricate herself from their position, which looked a little intimate.

However, Bill tightened his grip. He looked straight ahead and said expressionlessly, "Don't get me wrong —I just don't want you or the baby to feel uncomfortable."

Rachel didn't say anything else, but she was not stupid. She could feel the anger radiating from Bill in waves. As she got into the car, she turned to look at him with a confused frown. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Bill lowered his head and fastened his seat belt, looking more irritated than usual.

It looked like he had no intention of telling her, so Rachel did not pry. She turned her head and stared out of the window. Her eyes were starting to feel weighed down, and she was about to drift off when Bill's voice suddenly broke the silence. "Rachel, do you really want me to leave?"

'Leave?'

Rachel didn't know what to say. A certain reply entered her head, but she changed them before she could utter the words. "Did Mrs. Zhu say something to you?"

In retrospect, the two people standing at the door looked a little strange.

Bill couldn't hide the sadness in his soft voice. "I just want to stay with you and take good care of you and the baby. I'm not asking you for anything else, so please don't drive me away. And don't leave."

Rachel lowered her eyes from Bill's speaking gaze. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

From the moment that she met him, Rachel felt like she owed Bill a debt of gratitude, and the feeling had always weighed down on her heart. But then, she looked into his gloomy but steady gaze, and the words of rejection that came to her lips just would not come out.

Rainy season had come to Ninwell City. Almost a week had already passed, yet the rain showed no signs of letting up.

At the gate of a private club, Jack ran out without waiting for Austin to shield him from the downpour with an umbrella. He pulled open the car door and slid inside. Impatiently, he all but tore into the Kraft paper bag in his hand, pulled out several pages of the documents within, and read them carefully.

Holding the ignored umbrella, Austin slowly walked over and slid in behind the wheel. His mild complaint about the unceasing downpour went unuttered as he took in Jack's sodden appearance. He grabbed a towel and tried his best to wipe the raindrops on the other man's suit. "Mr. Fu, why didn't you wait for me? What if you catch a cold..."

Jack interrupted him. "It's okay, just drive."

"Ah... okay." Austin glanced at Jack from the rearview mirror and then focused on driving.

Jack listened to the steady pitter-patter of rain hitting the car windows, long eyelashes lowered to hide the touch of sadness in his eyes. He put down the paper bag, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened the weather forecast software. He was not looking at the weather forecast for Ninwell City, but that of the city where Rachel was.

He smiled bitterly. Fortunately, it was still sunny there.

In the past, sunny or rainy days were just a state of nature to him, whereas Rachel didn't like rain very much. Whenever it rained, she would feel lazy and lounge on the sofa at home, unwilling to move a single step.

Gradually, Jack started to resent rainy days.

The car slowly wheeled into the underground garage of MK Group. Looking up at Jack in the rearview mirror, Austin asked, "Mr. Fu, do you want to go straight to Mr. Chen and others?"

Jack came to his senses and set aside the things messing with his head momentarily. He picked up the sheets of paper, carefully slid them inside the paper bag, and then said, "No. Let them be arrogant for a few more days."

These papers were not ordinary documents—they were share transfer contracts between Jack and several small shareholders. Of course, these documents contained highly classified information, and those people were unaware of them.

"Okay," agreed Austin. He got out of the car and opened the back door. The two men walked towards the elevator, one in front of the other. Unexpectedly, they were approached by Mr. Chen, whom they had just mentioned.

Austin raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his brain reacted quickly. He gave the other man a respectful bow and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Fu, where have you been?" Mr. Chen ignored Austin and addressed Jack in an arrogant tone. His eyes were fixed on the Kraft paper bag in Austin's hand.

Jack placed his hands inside his pockets. His lips curled up in a sardonic smile, and his shrewd eyes made Mr. Chen feel guilty and subconsciously take two steps back.

He patted Mr. Chen on the shoulder and said briefly, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

"No, it was my pleasure working with you," Mr. Chen choked out, stunned. He didn't raise his hand to wipe away the cold sweat beading on his forehead until he turned around and saw the elevator slowly going up. His legs suddenly felt like jelly because of Jack's glance just now. 'Has he discovered our plan?'