My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 81

Washing dishes was such a simple task that there was no reason for Jack to be wasting so much time on it. Curious to see what he was doing, Rachel stood up and walked toward the kitchen, taking light steps.

She stopped at the door and quietly looked inside. Jack was standing next to the sink, still scrubbing the dishes with detergent.

There were only a few dishes to be washed, but he was treating them as if they were antique treasures, scrubbing them carefully with his slender and beautiful fingers.

This tall man dressed in a shirt and a pair of suit pants was a striking contrast to the warm light of the kitchen.

However, there was something strangely peaceful and soothing about the look of concentration on his face as he washed the dishes. All of a sudden, an image of him wearing an apron popped into Rachel's mind.

She continued to linger at the door and watch Jack as he washed off the detergent, and then rinsed the dishes once more with water.

At this, she frowned. She had always known that he was meticulous, but at this moment, she couldn't help but find him fussy. Were her dishes that dirty? It was not as if they were in a fast food restaurant. ■d

What was more, Jack didn't stop there. After he washed thedishes, he turned and fumbled around the kitchen until he found the automatic disinfection cabinet in the middle of the cupboard.

He squatted in front of it and thought for a while. Then, he reached out and tried pressing several buttons on the disinfection cabinet. After that, as if having made a decision, he nodded and placed the washed dishes inside.

Rachel was completely stunned at this scene.

Since she had grown up in Jack's house, her habits were also more or less prudent, like his.

And yet, it seemed that they had their differences. Having seen enough, Rachel tiptoed back to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"I put the dishes into the disinfection cabinet and sterilized them," he announced as he left the kitchen and sat opposite her.

"Okay," Rachel said, pretending as if she didn't already know. After a while, she couldn't help but add, "I've already had my dishes regularly disinfected."

"So?"

Jack raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I disinfected the dishes just the day before yesterday.

After that, I was the only one who used them, so they wouldn't be..." '...dirty.'

She didn't say the last word, but Jack more or less grasped what was going on in her head.

"I didn't mean to be rude or insulting. It's just a ■d

habit of mine," Jack explained.

Even when he had dinner with Celine, he required his housemaid to disinfect the dishes every single time they were used, not just on a regular basis like Rachel did.

Such a need for hygiene could be described as his personal preference, or even a mania.

Rachel shrugged to show that she hadn't taken any offense, and then prepared a cup of scented tea and pushed it in front of him. "I'm used to drinking scented tea, but I don't know if you like it."

Jack was not too picky when it came to beverages, so he replied, "I'm okay with it." Then, after a pause, he added, "I don't think we have to keep being so formal with each other."

It was true that they had always been at loggerheads, but at this moment, they were being quite friendly with each other.

Rachel felt a little embarrassed after hearing his words, so she immediately took a sip of tea to hide her uneasiness. "Urn...you said you have something to discuss with me, right? We can talk about it now."

This sudden change in their relationship from open hostility to mutual cooperation was still a little hard for Rachel to accept, but since Jack was being unusually polite to her, she was following his cue.

The decor in her house was warm and inviting, except for her bedroom, which seemed to be a little cold.

The floor of the living room was covered with soft carpet. Light poured on the transparent glass ■d

tea table, which reflected a little glow.

Rachel tilted her head to one side, and that glow disappeared.

"I've figured out a way to go through with the divorce in advance," Jack said slowly.

Rachel looked up at him with surprise on her face. "Is that really possible?"

"It will be if you cooperate with me."

The conversation between the two of them was diplomatic; both of them knew that they were walking a thin line as they had to maintain civility while trying to break free from each other.

Without responding, Rachel lowered her head and took another sip of tea with a faint smile in her eyes.

The idea that Jack had come up with had taken him the whole afternoon to consider. He didn't know why he had such cowardly thoughts in the first place. For the first time in his life, he needed to rely on a woman for something.

He felt a little embarrassed to even ask Rachel for her help. However, he could not think of any other way either.

"When my father comes here, we should pretend to be a good couple in front of him."