My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 78

Rachel wanted to tell Jack that Celine had come to give her problem a few times, but she decide otherwise.

It was better to stay silent because she knew that even if she said something right now, Jack would never believe her.

"All right," she simply said.

Celine, on the other hand, finally gave up on calling Jack and decided to leave his house.

She drove aimlessly and without a destination in mind. She wanted to look for Jack, but she had no clue where to start looking. If he had just picked up her call, she wouldn't be crying right now.

'Is he planning to break up with me?' Celine shook her head at the thought. Jack was not the type of person who would treat her like this without good reason. If he wanted to break up, he would've said it to her face to face.

Unbeknownst to Celine, the real reason that Jack became so cold to her was because he didn't have the time to talk to her in person yet.

She guessed that he was avoiding to meet her because she had lied to him the other day.

She wanted to apologize to him sincerely.

She was willing to do anything to have him back.

But there was a faint voice at the back of her ■d

head telling her that this time was different and that he had never treated her like this before.

She tried to keep her focus, but her mind was too clouded.

She didn't know where else she could go, so she drove to a bar.

Neon lights were flashing in front of the bar. She held her phone in her trembling hands. "One last call," she sighed.

Still no one answered her call. She began pounding the steering wheel while screaming, "Why won't you pick up the call? Damn you, Jack!"

Celine took deep breaths to calm herself down. If she lost her cool, it would be all over for her. She looked at the bar in front of her and she remembered her old tricks—she could date another man to make Jack jealous. With this in mind, she devised a plan.

Celine pursed her lips and put on her lipstick. She stared at herself in the rearview mirror and wore a playful smile. Then she called the guy who invited her to the yacht the other day.

"Hi Aaron," she whispered to her phone. The light from the bar glinted in her eyes, and the sound of voice was enough to make any man feel weak. "Would you mind doing me a favor?"

During this time, Jack was staying at Rachel's— their wedding house. He barely visited this house.

He made a short call to his assistant and instructed him to send his stuff over. His assistant arrived with his belongings before nightfall. ■d

Before going into the shower, he remembered that he had a wound on his head. His assistant didn't bring him any liquid medicine.

If he wanted medicine, he had to go buy some. The problem was, he didn't know where the pharmacy was so he thought Rachel could help him.

Jack went to Rachel's room and knocked on the door. Three gentle taps on the door was enough to catch Rachel's attention.

Inside the room, Rachel was talking to Lea about the things that had been currently happening in her life. "I'm so disappointed in you," said Lea. She couldn't believe that Rachel would keep something so important from her.

Rachel felt guilty that she didn't tell her friend right away. She was about to talk, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on her door. There was nobody else in the house, so she figured that it was Jack.

"We'll talk about this later," Rachel reassured her friend. She looked at the door. "He might have something important to tell me."

Rachel heard Lea click her tongue. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! Your messy relationship. What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel." "Who in their right mind would agree to something like that?" Her voice sounded louder this time. She must be upset.

"I'll tell you later, I promise," Rachel sighed. She really wanted to tell Lea everything, but now was not a good time. She didn't even have the chance to ■d

tell her about the conversation with Jonathan.

Lea was left speechless. She couldn't imagine the trouble that her friend was going through right now. She might lose her cool if she learned something worse about Rachel. Lea finally gave up and dropped the call. "Go ahead," she snorted. Rachel straightened herself up before answering the door.

By the time that she opened the door, she was already wearing a white night gown. Her long hair with a hint of curls from her usual ponytail gently flowed over her shoulders against the silk cloth. Her beautiful hair highlighted the delicate parts of her face, and it made her look all the more angelic.

When he saw Rachel like that, Jack was reminded of the dream he had of her.

It was harder to think with the wound on his head. She knew that Jack wanted something but it seemed as though he couldn't say anything. "What's wrong, Jack?"

As if pulled back into earth, Jack stood straight. He coughed, his hands pressing against his lips and said, "I need to buy some medicine. Do you know where the nearest pharmacy is?"

"Medicine? What kind of medicine do you need? All the pharmacies are closed already."

Jack lowered his head to show her the wound. "I need anti-inflammatory pills."

Rachel stared at the wound. She had already noticed it earlier but decided to wait until Jack opened up about it. Now that she had seen it properly, it was more serious than she initially ■d

thought.

"I have what you need. Come on, let's go down so I could help you treat that wound."

He almost forgot that Rachel was a doctor. Perhaps the wound was making him stupid and senile.

Without a word, he followed Rachel downstairs. Her slender and smooth legs attracted his attention.

Jack lowered his head to conceal his emotions.

He turned his attention to almost everything to keep himself from thinking about Rachel. Noticing that the windows and the floor were clean made him wonder how many times the housekeeper came by every month. Jack snickered at how pathetic it was that he would think of something so pointless.

"Stay on the couch and don't move," Rachel commanded. "I'm going to get the first aid kit."

Rachel was prepared for this kind of emergency. She always made sure that her medicine cabinet was fully stocked, and her first aid kit had everything she needed.