Have I Told You Lately novel Chapter 3

There were still twenty days left until her father’s trial. If she did not manage to collect and return the money within these days, she was afraid that her father’s hair would turn white before the day he was released out of jail came.

Investor?

Rachel hesitated when she remembered what Johnson had said just now. She took out her cell phone from her pocket and scrolled up after opening the contact list. A number imprinted in her memory leapt out at her.

Initially, she had remarked the number as “hubbie”. She even deliberately added an ‘a’ in front so that his number would appear at the foremost section when she opened the contact list.

Yet the number of times he phoned and texted her was too few and could be counted with a single hand that after a long while she had changed the remark to ‘Kenneth Shawn’ and would not disturb him when there was no important matter.

She called the number while tossing the cigarette into the toilet bowl and went out to rinse her mouth.

Her voice sounded a bit hoarse after smoking and if she did not do something about it, Kenneth would be unhappy when he sensed it from her call.

“Hi, who’s there?”

The phone call got through very quickly, yet what made her blood froze was the one picking up was a woman. Her question was proficient as if being experienced to receive these kinds of calls.

She asked once more when there was no reply, “Hello?”

Rachel only gained back her consciousness after a long while; she spoke with an uncanny tone of voice, “I’m looking for Kenneth Shawn. Is he here?”

“Ken is still on a meeting.” The woman replied casually, as if she was the one having authority. “Please tell me your name and which client you are, because Ken did not save your number…”

Rachel quickly hung up without letting her continue further. Her hands trembled and her phone dropped with a clank. She picked it up hurriedly.

She saw her face from the broken screen of the phone. Not knowing when, there were tears flowing down her cheeks and she seemed like she had lost everything from a bankruptcy, looking like a drowned mouse.

They had been married for three years and they had gone through the four seasons for three times. They would be like those old married couples as what people had said yet he never saved her phone number.

Is it that hard to add her to the contact list?

The phone was playing fairly loud music in the living room and she did not hear the sound of door opening when she was bustling around in the kitchen. She was dealing with a yellow croaker on the cutting board.

“Ouch!”

She accidentally scratched herself when she was pulling the fin and she gasped. Her finger was covered in blood.

Before she could react, someone went to her back and her injured finger was grabbed by a big hand and placed under the flowing water to clean.

His warm palm made her heartbeat jogged to a halt.

It seemed that every part of his body was warm, except the lips.

“Why didn’t you ask the seller to do it for you when you bought the fish?” Kenneth spoke. He wiped her finger dry with a tissue paper and wrapped it with a plaster. His movement was gentle yet his expression was still bland.

“I was too anxious until I forgot…,” Rachel muttered.