My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 362

Seeing Rachel was all alone, the cleaner kindly reminded her that it was time for breakfast.

With a nod and a smile toward the cleaner, Rachel tied her hair behind her head with a rubber band. She was about to get out of the bed when she heard Eric's voice coming from the door of the ward. "Hospital fare must terrible. Rachel, I've prepared your favorite breakfast —porridge with minced pork and

pancakes."

"Eric! Why are you here so early?"

Rachel looked up with a confused expression, ready to ask more, but then choked when she saw Jack follow the other man into the ward.

'Why is he here, too?

After I specifically told Eric not to tell him...'

Noticing her questioning look, Eric quickly put down the breakfast in his hand and wisely chose to run away. He covered his stomach and exaggeratedly said, "Ugh, I'm not feeling too well. I must have drunk too much water just now. I need go to the bathroom."

He patted Jack's arm and left the ward in a flash. The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet.

Rachel's eyes shifted from side to side. She didn't know where to look and what to say to break the silence between them.

After a long while, she bit her lower lip and opened her mouth to say, "You..."

"You..." To her surprise, Jack said it at the same time she did.

The two of them froze again.

After a while, Jack came forward, opened the takeaway bag, took out a spoon, and handed it to her. "Have some food first."

Taking the spoon, Rachel looked up at him carefully. Seeing that Jack was also looking down at her, she immediately lowered her head and pretended to focus on eating her porridge.

A folded napkin was handed to her. Jack said lightly, "Wipe your mouth."

"Okay."

Like an obedient child, Rachel took it and wiped her mouth. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Jack, are you still mad at me?"

Jack didn't answer. He just picked up the empty bowl and threw it into the trash can. When he returned, he tucked the quilt around her. He still didn't look at her and was about to leave without saying a word. Rachel hurriedly clutched at his sleeve and asked, "Where are you going?"

He brushed her hand away and curtly replied, "I'm going to the doctor's office."

Just like that night, he didn't say a word to her, but he seemed to care about her. She ducked her head and clutched at the quilt with both hands. Rachel sighed softly, thinking, 'This is what I'm afraid of.'

He didn't say a word, and she didn't know how to comfort him.

What Rachel didn't know was that she was exactly the same when she was angry.

In the next two days, Jack looked after Rachel every day, but he never said a word. He had on a perfect poker face the entire time, which made the nurses feel strange. A particularly brave one asked, "Ms. Shen, is he your boyfriend?"

"Yes," Rachel replied with a nod.

"Ah...but why does he seem so cold? We thought he is just your friend."

The corners of her mouth twitched feebly at the nurse's words, but Rachel didn't know how to explain their circumstances. In the end, she could only say, "That's just how he is."

"I see."

The nurse stuck out her tongue cutely. "Ms. Shen, your attending doctor said that you can leave the hospital after this bottle of saline is finished. You can ask your boyfriend to help you pack up your things."

Looking at Jack who came in from the door, Rachel realized that she had finally found a topic to talk to him about. To her surprise, he seemed to know about it beforehand. Her bag in his hand, Jack started clearing all of her toiletries and daily effects.

She tilted her head and asked, "Do you know that I'm about to be discharged from the hospital?"

He answered without looking up from his task, "The doctor told me."

Rachel lowered her gaze and then looked up with renewed determination in her eyes. It was not a good thing to drag the previous question like this, so she asked without mincing words, "Jack, are you still angry? I knew I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it a secret from you. Can you forgive me?"

The worries and anxieties she had been worrying for the past few days came rushing to the surface, and her eyes immediately turned blurry and red.

"No," Rachel said adamantly as she fastened her seat belt. "I'll go with you."

What if Jack suddenly went berserk?

Jack took a look at her and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. He raised an eyebrow and asked sardonically, "You're coming with me wearing that ensemble?" His eyes raked her hospital gown.

Rachel pulled on his coat and grinned. "Take this off and give it to me."

Hearing this, Jack just shot her a doting, helpless look and eventually slid off his coat obediently. He handed it to Rachel.

In the interrogation room of the police station, a young man with yellow hair and about twenty-six years of age was sitting inside in handcuffs. His face was red with anxiety, and the sweat poured off from his head like rain. He kept ranting to the policemen, "Officer, I really just wanted to steal money, nothing else! This is an injustice!"

"You feel wronged?"

The policeman was not a fool. He glared at the culprit, pounded the table, and yelled angrily, "Then why were your hands reaching toward the victim to touch her? You feel wronged? There is no one else less deserving of that emotion than you!"

The young man's legs trembled with fear, but he still insisted that he had no intentions of raping Rachel.

After that momentary stalemate, the police had no choice but to lock him up temporarily and take their time to investigate him

As soon as the policemen took the man out of the interrogation room, Jack and Rachel arrived. Jack suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the young man's collar tightly with one hand. His other hand clenched into a fist, and he landed a heavy punch in the other man's face.

The young man's hands were tightly handcuffed, and he was unable to fight back.

The two policemen flanking him glanced at each other at the same time. Considering Jack's identity, they didn't know whether they should dissuade his actions. After hesitating for a few seconds, one of them said in a soft voice, "Mr. Fu, stop beating him up." Seeing that Jack was about to raise his fist again to attack the culprit, Rachel quickly grabbed his wrist and shook her head. "They've already caught him. It's pointless to beat him up again.

Let the police handle it."

Author's note

Goose BBSS

Translator: Scarlett5555