My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 100

When Rachel felt desperate and frightened, someone reached out to rescue her.

A well-known face came to her view. As the image grew more lucid, she recognized the face belonged to Jack. He lifted the heavyweight pressing on her and carried her out of the suffocating space.

She leaned her head on his broad shoulder like a ship finding its anchor. She was set adrift for so long but had finally reached ashore.

The nascent rays of the sun awaited entrance on Rachel’s eyes. Her mind had whirled from her nightmares into the real world. Meanwhile, her eyelids lazily fluttered open. Her eyes were glazed over with the remnants of her dream.

She tried to remember her reverie before it faded and replayed it over. In her sleep, she felt safe when she rested her head on Jack's shoulder. It had the same feeling when she was in his arms last night.

Had she felt a sense of security with Jack? Her conclusion surprised her.

She couldn't believe her thoughts. While she was still reeling from her shock, she heard her name bellowed by Jack, waking her up.

Every day, her routine moved like clockwork. She always slept and got up on time until today when someone had to wake her up. A lot about her ■d

had changed, she noticed.

She rubbed the remainders of sleep in her eyes and dragged her feet off the bed. She entered the bathroom to wash her face and change her clothes. When she came out, she examined her ankle and found the swelling had reduced a lot. She healed well but still had some pain when walking.

She headed downstairs and went to the dining room. An enormous platter of different food had filled the table, including porridges, cakes, and more.

She could not hide her surprise as she stared at all the dishes laded before her. They were exquisite cuisines from a five-star hotel.

But Rachel became baffled. 'Is Jack going to feed pigs?’

Right on cue, the man walked out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. His eyes dropped to her ankle the minute he saw her. His eyes softened, and the corners of his lips tilted when he noticed the swelling had subsided. "Sit down. We will go to the hospital after breakfast."

He fixed the table and then looked at Rachel. Seeing that she did not move, he called her again, "Do not standstill. Come here."

Pausing a little, she limped towards the table, and then slid on a chair. The rich aroma of the dishes filled her nostrils, the food smelling divine.

Jack followed suit and looked at the table containing breakfast big enough for five or six people. ■d

Her stomach grumbled, seeing all the food. But she did not dare move, not knowing where to start.

"I did not know what you like to eat,1' he said, "so I asked them to bring all of these here."

He, himself, was stunned when he opened the door and found several people had brought his orders. They entered one after the other, serving the table full.

The person in charge observed the amount of food they prepared. He felt like serving an emperor about to take his breakfast. He asked awkwardly, "Mr. Fu, how many people will be having breakfast?"

Jack was silent and then said, "Two people."

Pigs would not even be able to eat all of these.

"Should we remove some?" the man timidly offered.

The food was lavish. But then again, Jack had no idea of Rachel’s preference.

"Never mind. Put them there." He dismissed, waving his hand.

It was indeed a sumptuous breakfast and had rendered Rachel speechless. "What if we could not finish all of these? Are we going to throw the leftovers away?"

Jack cleared his throat. "It won't happen again." He bent his head and glanced at the food, feeling flustered.

Rachel was riveted. 'Was this how he truly behaved?' He seemed different from the cold person she knew. ■d

The longer they had spent days together, the more he didn't resemble the person she remembered.

After they signed the divorce, she saw another version of him.

Jack drove her to the hospital after eating breakfast.

Rachel just finished a phone call with Lea when her phone chimed, indicating a message had arrived. It was a news report.

She clicked it open, and there displayed was a photo of a villa burning, covered by dark smoke. She instantly recognized it as the home of Ying family.

She did not expect the media could report the incident promptly and a detailed one at that.

Several pictures were attached, including the chaotic scene in the garden, a window set ablaze, and a side figure of Rick.

The story had covered general information about the incident, including the time and location. In the latter part, it centered on the internal conflict within the Ying family.

Rick’s uncle had instigated the whole fiasco. After he was kicked out of the company by Rick, he wanted retaliation. Everything was deliberate.

The police had also arrested the escapees.

In the end, the Ying family's villa, with all of its history and grandeur, was ruined. It could be restored but would need a lot of time.

After reading the article, Rachel finally understood everything that occurred last night. It ■d

was motivated by revenge.

She was scanning through the gallery when one particular photo caught her eyes.

Sensing her gaze, he turned to her and nodded in a small greeting. ■d

He did not know her, but he knew she was one of Rachel's colleagues. "There are ten people in front. We have to wait for a while," he said to Rachel, showing the number.

'They said they are friends, but I don't think so,1 Cara thought.

She coughed and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, Mr. Fu! We have met several times."

"Yes, I have been here often."

A knowing look dawned on Cara’s face, her eyes gleaming. "I have to work. Excuse me." She stepped away slowly, her lips compressed into a smile.

"Bye, Cara." Rachel saw her change in expression but deemed it unnecessary to explain anything at the moment.

"There seems to be something wrong with Rachel recently. She always gets hurt. Take good care of her," Cara said to Jack.

Jack understood that she addressed him as Rachel’s boyfriend and nodded in return.

When their turn came, he entered the room together with Rachel. The doctor was one of the best in the hospital. After assessing her ankle for a while, he went to retrieve the medicine.

Rachel lifted her foot on a stool and waited for the doctor's treatment. "Turn around."

Jack was looking keenly at Rachel when he heard her voice.

"For what?" ■d

She looked a little weird and said softly, "Just turn around."

Jack was puzzled but did as she told. After a few seconds, he heard her scream.

The doctor adeptly maneuvered Rachel' s anklebone. Her face contorted as a throb shot on her foot.

The pain was excruciating. Looking at her expression, the doctor smiled and took the tube of ointment. He opened the lid and said, "You have twisted it severely."

Jack whirled around when he heard her cry. She was in agony, her tears welling in her eyes.

Rachel wanted to reach out and hold her foot, but she stopped and hung her hands in the air helplessly. She lowered her foot from the stool with a sorrowful look. Jack couldn’t help but laugh. It was rare for him to see her with such rich expressions.

The doctor squeezed the ointment tube, and the scent of medication filled the room.

He covered her injury with the medicine and then wrapped it with a bandage. "She cannot run or jump in the next few days. Rachel is very clear about her condition. Just take good care of her," he said to Jack.