My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 455

After a moment of silence, Rachel said honestly, "I don't know either."

"You don't know either?" Lea adjusted her posture, stretched out her originally crossed legs, and placed them on Henry's lap, fully enjoying his massage. She continued, "But he's doing well now. At least he can help massage your feet. Henry had never done this to me when I was pregnant with Rita. Anyway, I think that you two should stop fighting and get back together. After all, you'll have a child."

"I'll think about it," Rachel carefully replied. Her heart was already wavering even before she spoke to Lea. Now that she had heard her friend's opinion, her resolve was even more shaken.

On the following morning, Rachel was awakened by delicious scent.

It was something delicate and appetizing, which made her stomach growl. She didn't eat much last night, and she fell asleep hungry.

Right now, she felt ravenous.

She lay in the bed and stretched like a cat. She pushed up on her elbows to sit up. The door was gently pushed open from the outside. Jack walked in with a tray in his hand. He smiled like the sun and said, "Perfect timing."

"What did you cook? It smells delicious." Rachel tied back her hair with a ponytail and peeked at the contents of the tray in his hands.

Jack placed the tray on the bedside table. "I cooked porridge using the leftover chicken soup from last night. Have a taste."

Rachel accepted the spoon offered by Jack and blew on its contents first before gulping it down. The porridge tasted light with a hint of sweetness. Surprised, she asked Jack, "You made this? How?"

She knew how to cook, but she was never quite mastered the knack of cooking porridge with chicken soup. Something always tasted off when she made it—sometimes the taste was too strong, or the taste of chicken didn't always come through cleanly.

Jack put aside a strand of hair from her face and smiled, "It's a secret—you don't have to know. Just tell me if you want some and I'll cook it whenever you want."

Rachel didn't know what to say.

Silently, she put down the spoon in her hand and lifted the quilt away. "I suddenly remember that I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth yet. I need to go to the bathroom first."

"Okay." Jack had exhausted all of his energy to prepare the porridge. He stared at her retreating back with a sense of loss evident in his eyes.

'What should I do to make you open your heart and accept me again, Rachel?'

In the bathroom, Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. Her face flushed slightly, and her dark eyes looked particularly bright. She looked beautiful. It seemed like her heart kept on throbbing like crazy whenever she saw Jack these days.

However, she was a stubborn person. She still couldn't let go of her grudge for now, and probably not for a while.

Rachel cupped her hands under the stream of cold water from the faucet and splashed her face twice to calm herself down.

When she faced Jack again, she had regained her reasoning. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Give me the bowl. I'll bring it to the hospital and eat it later."

"Then let me help you pack it up downstairs."

Rachel nodded. After washing up and changing into her work clothes, she went downstairs to find Jack waiting for her. He had a thermos in one hand and a transparent lunch box packed with cut up fruits in the other.

Jack placed all of them into a bag and said, "Take these to the hospital. Have the fruits when you have a break." "Forget the fruits. I don't have so much time." Rachel didn't expect him to be so considerate.

Jack frowned. "The fruits are all ready to eat, you just need to stick a fork in and guide the slices into your mouth. If you're too busy to have a break, I'll go to the hospital to feed you myself."

'Huh?'

Hearing this, Rachel felt blood rushing up to her face. She glanced at Julie from the corner of her eye and saw the other woman giggling happily with her hands covering her mouth. Rachel felt even more embarrassed.

She reached for the bag and said in an irritated tone, "No, thanks. I can feed myself."

Jack didn't give her the bag but instead handed it to Julie. "I'll take you to the hospital. Come, I'll help you put on your shoes."

"No, thanks." Rachel took a step back, but Jack held on to her hand tightly. He whispered in her ear, "Rachel, if you insist on being this stubborn,

I will carry you to the car first before I help you wear your shoes. What do you think?"

Rachel gasped, at a loss for words.

She rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly, but she could only let Jack press on her shoulders so that she could sit on the chair by the door.

Jack opened the shoe cabinet and asked, "Which pair of shoes do you want to wear today?"