My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 421

After expressing his thanks, Jack quickened his pace. He frowned slightly as he felt his movements pulling at the wound in his abdomen.

He pressed the elevator button with one hand as his other hand clutched at his stomach. When he finally arrived at the administrative department, there was no sign of Rachel. He only saw a young woman sporting a ponytail eating something out of a bento. She was giggling to herself while watching what seemed to be a TV series on her tablet.

He raised a hand and knocked gently on the table, asking, "Hello, is Rachel Shen here?"

The girl put down her bento and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Shen stepped out of the office not long ago."

"Did she go to the canteen?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No, I heard that someone's treating her out to lunch. She went to a restaurant called Moo Shu on the street next to the hospital."

"Okay, I see. Thank you."

He turned around to head to the restaurant, but a nurse who entered the office behind him saw his pale face and the sweat beading his brow. Worriedly, she asked, "Sir, are you alright? Maybe you should sit down first and rest for a bit..."

"No, thanks." Jack just wanted to find Rachel as soon as possible.

He was thinking that there was something wrong with her so she couldn't come to the hospital to see him. However, if she were well enough to be going out to a lunch with other people, then maybe he had been overthinking things.

He wanted to ask her if he no longer held even the slightest place in her heart.

In the restaurant, Rachel looked at the many dishes laid out on the table and felt slightly embarrassed. "Jimmy, you're being too polite. This is too much!"

Jimmy scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly, "I wanted to order more dishes, but the waiter told me that what I've ordered were enough for all of us."

"Yes, it's a bit of an overkill to order these many dishes."

Their party consisted of only three adults and a child, but Jimmy ordered a grand total of twenty dishes.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Rachel frowned and asked, "Why isn't the nanny here yet?" "I'll call her to ask.'1

Jimmy went out with his phone and soon came back with a faint smile on his lips. "She said that something came up with the parents of the child she is taking care of, so she has to stay and take care of the child. Forget it, Dr. Shen, let's have lunch."

"That's unfortunate," Rachel murmured.

Looking at the dishes on the table, she had no choice but to pick up her chopsticks and start eating.

Jimmy was a talkative man. Knowing that Rachel was with child, he told her about some interesting tidbits he had picked up during his wife's pregnancy. Whenever he heard his name mentioned during the conversation, his son would stop eating and turn to look at his father. "Dad, was I really so naughty at that time? How come I don't know this?"

The child's innocent questions served as an ice breaker, making the meal less awkward and more familiar.

Jimmy picked up some vegetables and put them on her plate. He said slowly, "I've noticed that you barely ate any veggies, but you really should eat more of them. My wife didn't like to eat vegetables when she was pregnant, and she was picky about all kinds of food. During her antenatal examination later, the doctor told her that the baby was undernourished, so she changed her eating habits after that." "I used to like vegetables, but my palate has changed a lot when I got pregnant."

With a slight smile tugging at the comers of her mouth, Rachel picked up some vegetables to put them into her mouth. Suddenly, her chopsticks were grabbed from her hand and thrown to the floor.

She looked up into Jack's burning eyes. "Rachel. I didn't know you're living such a carefree life right now," he said with an unpleasant sneer.

The veins on her forehead throbbed. The last thing Rachel expected was for Jack to make an appearance at this restaurant.

Looking at his pale face, Rachel was about to ask him what was going on, but then, the door of the restaurant swiveled open, and Scarlett barged in. She stood by the door and looked around, ignoring the waiter who approached her. After locking eyes with Rachel, she militantly walked toward their table.

Rachel had to swallow back the question burning on her tongue. With a faint smile on her face, she said lightly, "Not bad."

"You!"

Jack stretched out his hand to pull Rachel up from the seat, but then his body shook and stiffened from the pain he felt all over.

Panic and worry clouded Rachel's eyes as she watched how weak Jack was at that moment. She was about to throw an arm around him to assist him when Scarlett took a step forward. She held his arm with one hand and the back of his waist with the other. She asked worriedly, "Jack, are you okay?"

'Yes, he is still with her. He doesn't need me, after all'

Rachel silently placed her hand on her lap under the table and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Fu, as you can see, we are still having our meal. If you don't have anything else to say, please don't disturb us."

The more pain that Rachel felt, the crueler her words were.

Her response was exactly like that of a hedgehog, complete with spikes bristling all over when injured.