My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 67

"It's up to you. If you could perhaps think of a better idea, then I am more than happy to oblige," said Rachel, pursing her lips.

If he would just make Celine pregnant, that would put a full stop to their wedding. Anything that would make their separation quicker was fine by her.

As far as she was concerned, he could do as he pleased. He was free to cross all the limits.

"Okay," Jack nodded.

Rachel held Mendes in her arms and got out of the car. While carrying him, she realized he was quite a fat boy.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, she was overcome by fatigue. Pleadingly, she looked at the boy and asked, "Mendes, can you walk please?"

"Okay," he replied obediently.

Jack drove the car slowly backward, turned around and drove away. Mendes blinked and withdrew his sight from Jack's car. His gaze was now on Rachel. With utter confusion, he asked, "Rachel, are you getting divorced with that uncle?"

Rachel was surprised. She smiled and poked his little face. "Yes."

But Mendes seemed a little perturbed by her answer. "What about your baby? Don't you want it?"

"My baby?" Rachel was embarrassed. "We don't ■3

have a baby."

"You don't have a baby? Where is the baby then?"

She didn't expect this kid to be so curious. Even though he was a child, there was something adultlike about his queries. Rachel couldn't tell him the truth. Hence she wracked her mind for a lie to cover it up. "It hasn't come yet," she said, not meeting Mendes' eyes.

Right when Rachel was consumed in this awkward situation, Lea came and began to wave her hands in order to catch Rachel's attention. Leaving the taxi, she was now striding towards them. Rachel let out a sigh of relief, knowing she wouldn't have to fill Mendes with more lies.

Jack was very serious about what he said and was still contemplating it. After all, it seemed like the only way to get rid of the tangle they were in.

In the beginning, his intention was to get a divorce in a simpler way.

There was no point in making unnecessary trouble. He didn't want to be with Rachel for another year.

If there was anyone Jack respected, then it was his father. He would do nothing that would bring disappointment on his face. So he tried his best to do what his father asked him to do.

As for the requirement he mentioned, Jack could not accept it.

In their opinion, the reason why he opposed to the idea was because of Celine. But Jack didn't think so. ■d

Subconsciously, the first emotion he felt was awkwardness when his father asked him to live with Rachel. The whole thing sounded absurd.

He had been a playboy and was seldom bothered by women. But this time, for the first time, a woman made him embarrassed.

The more Jack thought about it, the funnier it felt. The mockery on his face didn't last long and the dream he had last night flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, Jack heard a shrill whistling sound. An oncoming Jeep passed him. He turned the steering wheel quickly, returning from his reverie. With his eyes wide open, he kicked on the brakes.

He had a narrow escape from the Jeep. The front part of the car turned into a green belt. All of a sudden, it crashed into a pillar. With a loud thud, the engine began to give out smoke.

The car lost control and skidded sideways, stepping on the green belt.

The windshield was broken into a spider web as the car jolted dramatically. The airbag popped out from the car and protected his head.

Jack was still in a state of shock. All of a sudden, something sticky and warm dropped down along the corner of his eye from his forehead.

The passers- by and cars stopped one after another. All of them were trying to decipher how brutally hurt he was.

Michael and Marcus rushed to the hospital as soon as they received the message from Jack. After inquiring from the receptionist, they were ■d

given Jack's ward number. He was sitting with a bandage wrapped on his forehead.

Jack was okay now but had three stitches on his forehead. However, his car was in a rough condition and had to be repaired.

The doctor advised him to sit in a wheelchair as his ankle was a little twisted.

But the doctor's suggestion was refused by Jack immediately. He'd rather cut his feet than sit in a wheelchair. The idea sounded ridiculous!

But after the sprain, it was very inconvenient for him to walk. With every move he took, a piercing pain entered his leg.

So he took his phone and rang Michael, asking him to come over. Marcus was with Michael at that time, so he came along.

"How did this happen?"

"Car accident," Jack replied without bothering to explain.

"Buddy, a car accident but how?" Unintentionally, Michael looked him up and down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he patted on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank God, you're all right. I am glad you are still alive."

Not in the mood to talk to him, Jack rolled his eyes at him.

Marcus was more conscientious. He frowned and asked worriedly, "Are you okay now? Is there any other injury?" ■d

"No." There was no other injury on his body except for the wound on his forehead and the sprained feet.