My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 432

Rachel immediately pulled her hand away at the sight. Jack, who was sitting opposite her, frowned tightly and almost stood up, but Rachel was already at her feet, smiling and addressing the others, "I'm afraid that some things require my attention, so I have to leave first. Please enjoy your meal, everyone.'1

She turned around and walked slowly out of the restaurant to where a black car was parked in the dark. Wearing a black trench coat, Jimmy stood beside the car and smiled at her.

Rachel walked over and smiled at him apologetically. "I'm so sorry for asking you to pick me up."

"Don't worry about it." Jimmy opened the door of the passenger seat and placed his hand on her head to protect her, telling her to be careful. He walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove away.

Neither of them saw Jack exit the restaurant and stare after them with a bone-chilling coldness in his deep, dark eyes.

Inside the car, Rachel sat with her open palms outstretched toward the heater vents. Almost instantly, she felt a lot better. She smiled and said, "You can drop me off at the next intersection. I'll take a cab home."

She really didn't want to stay at that dinner for a minute longer. When she saw Jimmy's message thanking her for accompanying Gary that day, Rachel jumped at the opportunity for escape and asked him to pick her up.

Still, she felt a slight burn of embarrassment.

Jimmy turned his head and saw the apologetic look on her face. With a gentle smile on his lips, he said, "I can drive you to your house. You don't need to call a taxi. Ah, and I have something for you."

"What is it?" she asked, her apologetic look morphing into confusion.

He smiled and said, "Gary's school will be holding a variety show next week, and he will be playing the violin onstage. He told me to invite you to watch his performance."

Rachel looked surprised but pleased. "Wow. He plays the violin?"

Jimmy's eyes darkened, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "His mother did, so I let him learn it."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the car became a bit morose. Rachel didn't know what to say, so she just closed her eyes and rested for a while.

After she got out of the car in front of her house, Jimmy handed her a red invitation card from his briefcase. "You don't have to force yourself to come if you don't have the time," he said kindly.

"No, I'd love to see Gary's performance."

With a slight smile, Rachel placed the invitation card into her bag and turned her back on the car after a final wave. When she entered the house, she found out that Julie had already retired to her room.

She didn't eat much in the evening. She wasn't hungry at the moment, but it would be more troublesome for her to wake up later if she became hungry in the middle of the night. Rachel went to the kitchen first, made some noodles, and went back to her room.

After washing up as usual, she leaned against the headboard and turned on a podcast on prenatal education for a while. Her thoughts were full of the possibility of Jack not coming home tonight.

The relationship between him and Scarlett should have become stable by now.

The thought brought a small pang of pain in her heart. She turned off the podcast, pulled the quilt over her body, and lay down. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. Maybe sleep could finally silence these wayward thoughts.

Fortunately, after tossing and turning for a couple of times, she gradually felt herself getting sleepy.

She was just about to drift off when the bedroom door slammed open. Shocked, Rachel started trembling in fear.

Then, the light in the bedroom was switched on. Rachel opened her eyes, sat up, and saw Jack standing at the bedroom door. He smelled like alcohol and outside air, and his eyes blazed with a cold fire and a strange, unreadable expression.

Rachel lay down again, pulled the quilt over her body, and said coldly, "I'm going to sleep. Please leave."

He chuckled, walked over to stand by the bed, bent over, and placed one hand on her face. He opened his mouth and said coldly, "Rachel, I really don't know you anymore."

As he spoke, he gently slid his fingertips from her eyebrows to her chin. Suddenly, he grasped her chin, and his hold gradually tightened. "Or, should I say I never knew you at all?"

She remembered what had happened in the restaurant. He embarrassed her in front of his employees, and she endured it then. Now, he had the gall to question her like this just because she exchanged a few words with Mr. Wang.

Did that make him unhappy? What about him? Did he ever think about what made her unhappy? Rachel was too tired to struggle and said in a weak voice, "Everyone lives behind a mask, don't they?"

"A mask?" Jack's lips curled up churlishly. "Then why don't you wear the mask you used to wear?"

Rachel retorted in irritation, "Those days are gone. Do you think I can still hide behind the same mask?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "So, you just hook up with men casually these days? Up to what point did you and Jimmy reach?"

"Hook up? What point?"

Rachel repeated his words and laughed sarcastically. She had no idea why he had been dwelling on Jimmy. Impatiently, she said, "Think whatever you like.

Besides, I never ask you about your relationship with Scarlett, so you have no right to ask anything."

She had barely finished her sentence when the bedside lamp shattered into pieces beside the bed where it was violently hurled to the floor by Jack.