My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 41

'Huh?1 Rachel was stunned to hear that. "Miss Duan, your accusation is really too much. What did I do wrong?"

Furious, Celine stepped forward and said to Rachel in a low voice, "Jack doesn't love you at all. Why do you have to pester him?"

Hearing this, Rachel couldn't help but laugh. She stepped back, staying away from the unpleasant perfume on Celine. Then she retorted, "Miss Duan, what position are you in, to say this to me?"

Celine was unable to make a comeback. Her face turned red, and she was dumbstruck by Rachel's retort. No matter how hard she tried, Rachel's status as Jack's wife was a trump card that Celine couldn't beat.

She could only emphasize to Rachel that she was the one who Jack loved, but so what? Rachel didn't care who Jack loved. Celine could do nothing to hurt her.

Celine's words meant nothing to Rachel.

Celine became so angry that her face changed dramatically. She stood in Rachel's way, blocking her from leaving. She stared fiercely at Rachel, trying to frighten her with her meticulously painted eyes. But when she opened her mouth, she became less aggressive. "Ms. Shen, I beg you. I love Jack. Please divorce him. Anyways..." Rachel brushed her hand aside before Celine could say anything more. Celine's arm was frozen in the air with her fingers outstretched.

"Miss Duan, please don't bug me again. Solve your problems with Jack by yourself. Likewise, I will solve my own problems with him by myself. It's none of your business," Rachel said calmly.

Having said that, she walked away. Seeing that, Celine blurted out indignantly, "I'm pregnant! Do you want my child to be born without a father?"

"Ha." Rachel turned around and looked at her flat belly. Her lips curled into a disdainful smile, and she said, "It's none of my business. Miss Duan, I think you should go find Jack instead of me."

She raised her slender finger and tapped her temple, as if she was saying Celine had no brain.

"Rachel Shen!" Unable to sustain her charade any longer, Celine abruptly strode forward. Her eyes were full of fury and resentment.

Rachel dodged Celine's attacking hands. She furrowed her eyebrows, feeling very annoyed. Before she could say anything, a soft voice rang behind them.

"Ms. Shen, Miss Duan, what's wrong with you here?"

Looking to the side, she saw that Wendy had emerged from the private room and was standing by their side, frowning.

Rachel heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing they were not alone, Celine finally withdrew her hand and decided not to attack Rachel ■3

with her hands like an uncivilized animal.

It was ironic that Celine had also received the invitation to the engagement party. After all, she had been acquainted with all the rich people in Jack's circle for a long time.

Francis sent her the invitation for Jack's sake. He thought maybe Jack would bring Celine to the party.

After all, though Celine was only Jack's mistress, she had shown up in public with him more than his wife. No one had expected that this time Jack would bring Rachel.

Celine told Jack about the invitation and expected him to take her to the party. She was totally unprepared for Jack to reject her.

She felt humiliated by that, and was furious about Jack's attitude. Celine had been trying her best to please him nowadays, but he seemed to be determined to stay away from her.

That was why she was using another man to make Jack jealous again. As for how she managed to go there with Vincent, that was another story entirely.

Rachel didn't want to waste any more time on Celine, so she said to Wendy, "I'll go back first."

Wendy nodded. Her eyes fell on Celine, and she called out hesitantly, "Miss Duan..."

Celine turned around and said with impatience, "What is it?"

"Could you please wait a minute? I... I have some questions to ask you." ■3

Not long after Rachel returned to the room, Celine also came back, but Wendy didn't. Unable to endure any more waiting, Francis stood up and went away to look for Wendy.

At this moment, however, Celine, who was sitting opposite Rachel, suddenly stood up with a glass of wine in her hand. With a smile on her face, she said, "Rachel, thank you for treating me. Since we have happened to meet each other again here today, I'd like to propose a toast to you."

Totally cold and unmoved by what Celine said, Rachel kept perfectly still. She just said, "People who are sent to the hospital are either ill or wounded. It's my duty to take care of them. You don't need to thank me."

Rachel remained stoical and quiet while Celine held her glass stubbornly. Celine's intention was perfectly obvious to Rachel.

"I just want to make a toast to you. Won't you drink with me?" Celine asked.

"No, I won't." Rachel's answer was clear, neat, and plain, without any disguise. The contrast between Celine and Rachel was so sharp that the others who were present almost laughed out loud.