My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 119

Jack tried to control himself, but his resistance crumbled with the little flick of her tongue.

Unable to contain himself anymore, he held Rachel’s head and pulled her into a kiss. He kissed her like a man desperate for a drink and finally got water to quench his thirst. It was fiery, passionate, and demanding.

Rachel's body went rigid, her eyes opening wide. When she came to her senses, she began to struggle as hard as she could.

Feeling her resistance, he grabbed her hands and imprisoned her in his arms. His eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless well of emotions.

Rachel was held motionless and had no choice but to accept his kiss. Her brain faltered, and every part of her went on pause as her thoughts caught up. Unconsciously, her anger was placed on the back burner.

Jumping at the chance, Jack slanted his head, deepening the kiss. It was a full-on, open-mouthed, sexual kiss.

He relentlessly attacked her, delving into her mouth. She urged herself to push him away, but couldn’t. Her small defiance quickly pinned down by his body.

He savored her scent and her taste. He kissed her like the most exquisite thing he ever had. He had longed for her and ravaged her as much as he ■d

could.

However determined Jack was, he slowed his pace, soon. He remembered her frightened look and continued to kiss her, but this time slowly and tenderly.

Bit by bit, Jack pulled apart after what seemed like ages. Rachel was beyond embarrassed. For a moment, her world was a blur, and it took her a long time to react.

She was so angry that her face crumpled. She spread her hands against his chest and tried to push him away but to no avail. When she was about to speak, he moved his index finger and pressed it on her lips, effectively stopping her. "Shh. Mendes is sleeping." His voice low and husky.

Rachel blushed with anger. She stepped hard on his foot and cursed in a low voice, "Bastard!"

She had never learned how to curse. Hence, when she tried to do it, it came out rather weakly.

She stared at him with eyes burning with resentment. Her delicate thin lips swollen from the kiss, and her face vibrant with a rose-colored tint.

She searched her mind for something powerful to say, her slim finger indignantly pointing at Jack. But after a long while, she could only repeat, "Jack, you are bastard!"

She was like a paper tiger stripped of her stripes. She was baring her claws and roaring, but even as she did so, Jack merely found her cute.

Jack was not afraid in the slightest, although she appeared ready to pounce any moment. He approached her closer, a smirk on the corner of his ■d

lips. He placed one hand on the wall behind her, imposing his authority.

He lowered his head and with a charming smile, he teased, "Are you angry?"

"You are a bastard!" She averted her gaze, turning sore from embarrassment.

She wanted nothing more than to beat him or hit him with something hard in his head. She would love to but dared not resort to such rude measures.

So she pushed him away again, pressing against him with all her might. Her face was burning all the while. "You are crazy!" She furiously shoved.

He regarded her for a while and then said helplessly, "Yes, I am crazy."

Her brain desperately scrambled to make sense of it all.

'You are insane!' She shook her head in disbelief.

"Get out of my way!"

Jack relaxed his grip. Rachel immediately freed her hands and turned to leave.

However, just as she spun, Jack reached for her again. "Rachel, I have something to talk to you."

Despite her best efforts, she failed to shake his slender fingers, clasping her forearm. His actions made her so ashamed she almost wanted to run. Somehow, she felt so powerless at his mercy.

"Rachel!" He stopped her from struggling, pulling her back. He gently caught hold of her shoulders and made her face him. The woman looked at him with panicked eyes.

"Let me go!" Her lips pursed slightly.

"Let me ask you a question." He paused for a breath. When he spoke, his voice dropped nearly to a whisper.

"Do you have a crush on someone?"

His question was so out of context that Rachel became more confused. She stared at him like a fool. She removed his arm and frowned deeply. "It's none of your business!"

She felt wounded, her emotions strung tight. She felt herself about to explode. Jack was slightly taken aback by her tone. "Do not be angry. I am serious. Do you like someone? Or are you dating anyone?"

Rachel took a deep breath. It took all her willpower no to snap at him again. "It has nothing to do with you."

Hearing her change in demeanor, Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, it does." He fixed his gaze on her. He paused and then added softly, "If you don't like someone, then how about me?"

Rachel’s jaw dropped. She took a step back, hitting the wall behind her. She flashed him an incredulous look and then blurted out, "Jack, are you out of your mind?"

His face darkened. He shook his head in disagreement. "I am serious."

Rachel was absolutely stunned. She wondered ■d

Rachel lay in the bed wrapped in her duvet, cocooned by the absolute quiet. She stared at the ceiling for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath, moved her tired limbs, and got up.

Jack busied himself in the kitchen downstairs. ■d

Today, he prepared porridge and had some courses sent from the hotel. It was very unusual for him to get up early, especially to cook meals.

He only ordered a few light meals, perfect for breakfast. Remembering his previous mistake, he was careful not to order too much food this time.

Jack prepared everything well, including setting up the table. When Rachel entered the dining room, her steps faltered.

He was in a good mood. He looked at her and slightly lifted the corners of his mouth. "Come here, let’s have breakfast."

Mendes had already taken his seat and was waiting for them to join him.

Rachel, on the other hand, was full of discomposure. The memory seared in her brain forever. After a peaceful night, she thought she would see Jack's attitude this morning, and then she could at least pretend that nothing had happened.

Before she disguised her emotion, she found herself staring at him. Only when he looked back at her did she finally drop her gaze. He was so calm and unhurried when he looked at her just now.

It seemed that the kiss and the words he said last night were influenced by alcohol. However, he didn’t appear to be drunk last night.

She pulled out a chair and sat down as she replayed the memory from the evening. When Jack handed her a spoon, she took it without looking at him. She lowered her eyes to the porridge in her bowl and only whispered, "Thank you." ■d

"You are welcome." Jack also pretended not to see her awkward expression, although no one could have missed it. His mouth twitched, and a wicked glint flickered through his dark eyes.

He could tell at a glimpse that she was nervous, and he tried to conceal his own emotions lest he scared her again.

"Okay, breakfast is ready!" Mendes didn't notice anything wrong with Rachel.

The breakfast was lovely. There were fried eggs and porridge made by Jack, as well as pickles sent from the hotel.

She couldn’t imagine Jack waking up early surrounded by cooking oil and fumes. He even fried eggs for them!

Rachel stared at the food. Her face became stiff as she tried to guess what Jack was thinking.

She was scooping an egg when Mendes suddenly said, "Rachel, was your mouth bitten by mosquitoes?"

Rachel choked after hearing Mendes' question. Her face turned scarlet.

Jack sat with a blank expression on his face, his fingers almost imperceptibly tightened on his spoon. He cleared his throat and faced Mendes. "Eat your breakfast."

"Okay," said the boy. 'Did I say something wrong?' he thought.