My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 451

"How can I not be nervous? How could that woman..." Julie stopped talking when she saw the expression on Rachel's face change.

She stood up again and said, "Miss, you didn't eat anything at the hospital today. I'll go and prepare some for you."

Jack's voice suddenly resounded from the door. "Let me do it, Julie. Please go and help Rachel up the stairs so she can take a rest."

Jack came in with several bags in his hands. He shot a look full of adoration toward Rachel, who was seated on the sofa. "Let me guess—you're probably craving a bowl of fish head soup right now, correct? I just bought some."

Rachel was surprised at Jack's insight, which made him guess correctly. Her expression a bit odd, she refused the offer. "No, you don't need to—I have no appetite."

With a slight smile on his face, Jack headed straight for the kitchen and began to cook.

Although Rachel remained aloof, her attitude right now was infinitely preferable to her leaving. Everything that had happened was his fault, so he deserved whatever treatment Rachel saw fit. He screwed up, and so he would do everything to make amends, even if it took begging on his knees for forgiveness for a thousand times.

While waiting for the fish head soup to be ready, Jack sat at the table using his mobile phone to look up articles and references on caring for pregnant women. He jotted down everything he found of note on a piece of paper.

Steam gradually began to escape from under the casserole lid. Jack set his phone aside, rearranged the lid so that a small gap remained, and turned down the stove to its lowest setting.

He was about to take a spoon to the pot to taste the soup when his phone rang.

Jack put down the spoon and picked up the phone. At the sight of the name flashing on the screen, he frowned and asked the caller, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I should be the one asking that. What's wrong with Scarlett? How could you let a young woman go to that sort of place?" Tracy snapped.

Jack raised his hand and rubbed his aching temples. He knew for sure that Scarlett would complain to his mother.

He was expecting the call, but he did not think that Scarlett would act that fast. He had barely set foot inside the house when Tracy called.

He said in a deep voice, "Mom, I'll be there in about an hour. I have something to tell you face to face."

Tracy demanded, "Come here now."

Jack turned his head and looked at the casserole. Without saying a word, he cut the call and placed his phone on mute. Then, he put it aside and continued with what he was doing.

Rachel was lying on the bed reading a book. Every once in a while, she stretched out a hand to massage her aching ribs.

She wanted to sit down, but Julie didn't let her, insisting that Rachel must lie on the bed and rest. Unable to cajole the other woman, Rachel had to listen to her. She had been lying on the bed for nearly a day and a night and couldn't fall asleep, so she picked up a book and started reading it.

However, not a single word registered to her.

She had been thinking of Jack for the better part of the day. Rachel knew exactly what she felt for the man. She still loved him deeply, but Scarlett's presence prohibited her from doing anything about it.

Moreover, she found herself getting more confused about Jack.

Her train of thought was interrupted when the appetizing smell of fish head soup wafted to her nose. She looked up and saw Jack coming in with a bowl of soup in his hand. "I tried it downstairs. It's good." Without conscious thought, Rachel reached out to take the bowl from his hand but then changed her mind. She said in a low voice without turning her head, "Take it away. I don't want it now."

"I spent a lot of time cooking it. Don't you want to at least have a taste?"

Jack asked in a low voice, his head bent forward. He looked as pitiful as a kicked puppy.

Every time the two of them quarreled, he seemed to use this to soften her heart.

However, these tactics were getting old.

Rachel smiled silently. "Jack, you don't have to talk to me like that, and you don't have to cook personally to make me happy. We have come to this point. It doesn't matter what you do—I will never turn back."

He was not like this. There was really no need for him to do these things to please her and put on such a pitiful look to win her sympathy.

In the past, such a trick would have made them just laugh about it together.

Now, the divorce agreement lay waiting inside that suitcase. When the time came, the two of them would go their separate ways. There was really no need for him to do such meaningless things.

Besides, too many things had happened, and Rachel could not just let them go. Maybe she was overthinking it—Rachel didn't know. She sighed slightly. "Jack, let's just try to get past this period peacefully and divorce once the time is up so we can relax."