My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 450

Rachel said faintly, "You very well know what I am talking about, Lea."

After a long while, Lea sighed and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it later. Now your priority is your health."

Lea had to leave since she was pregnant too. Once she was sure Rachel was fine, she left. Jack came in again and stayed by her bed for the whole night.

Rachel didn't manage to have a peaceful sleep. She wanted to forget all about that incident. However, the second she closed her eyes, it would pop up before her eyes.

Fear was like a net, not letting her get out of its grasp.

With all these nightmares, she had a dreadful time trying to sleep. Once the nightmare would clutch her, she had difficulty waking up. By now, beads of sweat had formed on her face. Looking at Jack who sat nearby, she felt even more uncomfortable.

'Why did a good relationship have to turn out like this?' she thought, feeling intense sadness.

She swallowed the bile that formed up and hesitated for a few seconds. Clearing her throat, she said, "Jack, we should break up peacefully."

Jack, who had dozed off, wiped his face and sat up straight. "Finally you are awake! Are you hungry now? I'm going to bring a towel and wipe your face. Julie will bring breakfast soon."

One could easily tell he was avoiding speaking about divorce.

Rachel lowered her eyes and said nothing.

After a while, Jack came over with a towel in his hand. Rachel wanted to wipe it by herself, but he insisted he would do it. "It's not convenient for you. Let me take care of you," he said.

With the towel, he wiped her forehead and went to her eyes. Slowly, it slid on her cheeks. His movements were extremely gentle, as if Rachel was a porcelain doll that would be broken if he hadn't been careful.

Then he wiped her hands and put them on his face. "Rachel, give me another chance to take care of you, okay?"

After all these things, he finally realized it was Rachel he treasured the most.

He had lost all his desire to possess. All he wanted was to love her. His pride has faded and he wished to live happily with Rachel and their baby.

Rachel struggled to make him realize their relationship was useless. But he wouldn't listen. However, deep down, she felt sad for him.

'Should I give him one last chance?' she thought.

In the end, she decided against it.

After everything that happened, she wasn't confident it wouldn't repeat. And if he hurt her again, her life would be even more miserable. She didn't know she could bear the pain.

After a while, she said in a flat voice, "Let's talk about it later. I'm a little tired and want to take rest."

Jack knew this was just an excuse to avoid this topic. But what could he do? Nothing. It was all his fault. Nodding his head, he pulled the quilt over her body. "I will be here. If you ever need something, just call me."

Julie brought some porridge and a bowl of chicken soup with her. In spite of not having had anything for a whole day, Rachel wasn't hungry. It was like she had lost her appetite. She forced herself to eat a few mouthfuls. Suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. Putting down the spoon, she tried to relax herself.

Her gaze fell on Jack, who was now staring at her with concern. His presence was a disturbance to her. "Julie is here to take care of me. I think you should go back."

"Okay." Jack nodded and didn't resist this time. Moreover, he had something to sort with back in his place. It wasn't right to be here without managing that.

Squatting on the floor in front of the sofa, Scarlett kept trembling. Her hair was carelessly scattered on her shoulders, making her look like a crazy woman. She was losing her mind.

She had sat in this position for about an hour. But when she heard the door open, she stood up in a hurry and walked up. "Jack, are you back?" she asked, unable to hide her relief.

Footsteps came from afar and soon it was near. Jack, dressed in black, had a fierce look that complemented his outfit. He stared at her with his eagle-like eyes, and his whole body seemed to emanate with hatred. Cutting to the chase, he said, "Scarlett, what the hell do you want?"

Scarlett wasn't scared of him. With a grim plastered on her face, she tilted her head and said innocently, "I want you here. Now that you are here, I want nothing, Jack."

Looking at her ecstasy, Jack squinted and asked, "Have you forgotten the agreement?"

"Of course, I remember it. But we are human beings after all. I have developed feelings for you." Scarlett walked towards him, biting her lips. "I love you, Jack. I love you so much."

Jack looked at her distastefully. There was a bloodthirsty fierceness in his obsidian-like eyes. But beneath it, there was also regret. He knew he had wronged her. If he hadn't thought used Scarlett to irritate Rachel, none of this would have happened.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and announced, "Rachel is my wife!" His sharp words cut through her.

Her face turned pale and desperate. "If she is your wife, then what am I?"