My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 456

She flipped the phone so that the screen was facing Rachel and asked, "Isn't this you?"

Rachel looked up and glanced at the screen. "It seems like it."

The colleague raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Who is that man, then? Is he the father of your baby?"

Frowning, Rachel asked, "Why do you have this photo?"

"It's a coincidence!" The colleague swiped at the screen with two fingers and zoomed out the photo to its original size. Only then did Rachel realize that she and Jack were not the main focus of the photo.

The colleague chuckled and pointed at the couple who appeared to be arguing in the middle of the photo. She said helplessly, "This is my cousin and her husband. Goodness knows they fight like cats and dogs all the time, even earlier at the hospital. I asked my cousin why he was so late this morning, and then he sent me this photo."

After she finished her story, she propped a hand under her chin and asked in a curious tone, "Rachel, looking from the back, I think that the man must be very handsome. Am I right? Looks like you don't have to worry about what your baby will look like. For sure, it will be a handsome boy or a beautiful girl."

Rachel listened with a smile on her face and did not say a word.

Fortunately, this colleague was not the sort to gossip. After chatting for several moments, she noticed that Rachel was not interested in discussing the subject further, so she smartly led their conversation topic to the baby.

In the shopping mall, two men were walking back and forth in the ladies' shoes section. Several shop assistants looked at them in confusion.

Michael ate up the attention. One of his hands was resting in his pocket, while the other reached up and straightened his tie. Catching sight of the beautiful girls, he quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Jack beside him. However, Jack wasn't sharing his amusement and was looking rather serious. Every time he walked to a shop, he would stop to have a look and then space out, seemingly lost in thought.

"What on earth do you want to buy, anyway?" asked Michael, putting his hand on Jack's shoulder.

While Michael thoroughly enjoyed the attention from women, it only further solidified his cynical belief that people rarely looked beyond a person's looks. Now, looking at the two of them, the women might be thinking strange thoughts about them. This bothered Michael.

Jack tapped his chin and said solemnly, "I need to buy shoes for Rachel."

Michael snorted. "Jeez, here I thought that you're planning to expand your business to include women's shoes. I didn't think that we're here because you wanted to buy shoes for Rachel."

He then pushed Jack toward a counter and said, "Since you're buying shoes, you wouldn't be able to see anything if you stood by the door. You have to go in and take a look."

"I don't think these shoes are suitable." Jack frowned and picked up a pair of high-heeled shoes. "Look, the heels on these shoes are so high. How would could she wear them now?"

Hearing this, a helpful shop assistant came up to them and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you planning to buy flats or low-heeled shoes? You can definitely find both kinds in our shop."

"I need flat shoes. Those that are suitable for pregnant women."

Hearing his requirements, the shop assistant walked toward one of the display stands, leaned over to take several pairs of shoes from the bottom row, and placed them in front of Jack. "These shoes are very suitable for pregnant women. These feel extremely comfortable when worn." Michael sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs. "You couldn't find them earlier, and now you have a lot of options before you. So, which of these do you think Rachel will like?"

That morning, Jack alone sat for a while in his car after dropping Rachel off. He took out his mobile phone and searched online for shoes suitable for pregnant women. When he found there were shoes for pregnant women, he put off going to the office, instead pulling Michael from his bed to go shopping with him at the mall.

He thought that pregnant women shoes consisted of just one type of shoes. To his surprise, the shop assistant took out five or six pairs at once, each pair looking distinctly different from the last.

Those shoes came in different styles and colors.

Dazed, Jack stared at the pairs. He had no idea what type of shoes Rachel might like. After some thought, he said in a low voice, "Pack all of these shoes for me."

"All of them?" The shop assistant's jaw dropped in surprise. When she came to her senses, she hurriedly brushed dirt from the shoes on the floor, and asked with a smile, "Do you want them in what size?"

"9.5 inches," Jack replied.

"Okay. Please wait here a moment while I get new stock from our warehouse. These are only display units." The shop assistant smiled at him and began to calculate in her head how much bonus she could receive this month.

As the assistant disappeared through one of the doors, presumably the entry to their stock room, Michael asked in a low voice, "Don't you think you bought too many?"

"It's not a big deal," Jack replied in a low voice. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "You can take a taxi home later. I'll go to the hospital to bring the shoes to Rachel."

"What?" Michael's eyes widened. He stood up and pointed at Jack his face, saying accusingly, "Some friend you are-you really value a woman more than a friend. Had I known this earlier, then I would have drove here. I shouldn't have come with you!"

Jack brushed off the hand and patted him on the shoulder. "If you're not afraid that I would tell your whereabouts to your family, then by all means, keep talking."