My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 68

When Mendes heard what Rachel said, he immediately jumped to defend himself. "I swear, I didn't talk nonsense!"

Rachel didn't know how he found he was moved to the bedside. She and Jack had already gotten up before the boy woke up.

There was nothing she could do to clear her name. Children never lie and Lea was positive that there was something wrong with Rachel and Jack.

She sighed heavily. "You can't escape Jack's seduction, he's quite good at it."

Rachel open her mouth, dumbfounded. "Jack's seduction? What are you talking about?"

"There's no doubt you could not resist his charms. After all, he's so handsome!"

Rachel stroked her forehead in frustration and closed her eyes. "Do you think me to be that shallow?"

"You know what, forget it..." Lea waved my hand dismissively. "If you want to keep your relationship, you have to deal with that woman first. In all honesty, there are other men much better than Jack."

Rachel knew that Lea wanted to say that she was better off with Lucas. But it seemed that she carefully chose her words to avoid any further complication and unnecessary embarrassment. ■d

Rachel pursed her lips, not knowing whether Lea was joking or serious. It was a little strange to explain the situation to her right now. Before she had arrived, Jack agreed to the divorce. This meant that he would have to live with her. But telling Lea all of this would only support her claim.

It was too complicated to explain to Lea.

She thought for a while and decided not to tell Lea for now.

She hadn't expect that Jack would reply to her so quickly. He had told her to give him three days, but he called her on the first night.

"I agree to the terms of the divorce agreement." Rachel paused and asked, "What did you say?"

"Do I really need to repeat it? You should have heard it." Jack shrugged off her question.

She did hear what he had said, but she remained doubtful. Was he joking?

He didn't even fully utilize the three days!

"I see... Okay..." Rachel looked at the ceiling. She didn't know what to say.

She thought about him moving into her house and felt awkward. It was no doubt a mutual and beneficial agreement. It seemed to be the fastest and most efficient way out of their marriage and they both knew that. She thought about it for a while and then asked,

"Have you told your father?"

On the other side of the phone, Jack frowned. Why did she keep doubting him? ■d

She was the first one he called after making his decision. He knew that when his father, Johnathan, found out, he would take this opportunity to make fun of him.

The day before yesterday, he was indecisive, thinking that he couldn't say yes. But for some reason, he changed his mind.

Secretly, Jack was ashamed of his continually changing attitude. "I...I haven't told him yet."

Rachel placed the pen on the table and replied, "You have to tell him first. We need to sign the agreement and then think about what we should do next."

Jack grimaced. He felt so awkward.

Why did it sounded so familiar? It mirrored how treated his subordinates when he had held meetings in the past.

"Jack?" Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. It seemed that he had zoned out.

"Yes, I heard you." "Don't worry. I will handle this by myself. I just needed to inform you of my decision so you're prepared," said Jack, trying to clear up the confusion in his mind.

'Prepared? For what?'

Rachel hesitated, picked up the pen and began spinning it between her fingers. "Alright. Just tell me beforehand when you plan on moving in with me."

After hanging up the phone, Jack buried his head in his arms and exhaled. He stretched his legs under the table. Michael grabbed two bottles of beer and handed one to him. Jack felt the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing violently. When he was about to take a sip of the drink, he suddenly remembered that his doctor prohibited him from drinking.

He resentfully placed the bottle down. "I can't drink."

Michael looked at the bandage on Jack's forehead and laughed. He walked over and sat next to Jack and patted his shoulder. "Why do you stay at my place? Why not go to your sweetheart?"

Michael's words made Jack feel sick. 'My sweetheart?'

Speaking of Celine, it occurred to Jack that he hadn't told her about his injury and the car accident. Well, he wasn't planning on telling her at all. He took out his phone and checked the last time he called her. It had been a few days since they talked.