My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 135

Rachel felt dirty. She threw up her hands and said, "I need to wash my face and hands."

Jack rubbed between his eyebrows in reluctance. "Stop! I'll do it. Wait here and don't move."

Even though she was drunk and confused, Rachel obediently waited for Jack.

After a while, he came into the room with a warm wet towel. Rachel raised her face and closed her eyes.

Holding the towel in his hand, Jack paused as he turned to look at Rachel's face. Her eye lashes were thick, coming down from the bridge of her nose. Her red lips puckered out, as if she was teasing him.

Filled with temptation, he wanted to get a taste of her.

As if he was bewitched by this beauty, he slowly lowered his head and hovered over her lips.

Just when their lips were about to meet, she suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

Jack blinked, coming back to his senses. As if he was struck by lightning, he quickly and awkwardly stepped back. A pale pink blush coloring his cheeks.

He was tempted to tell her. But he decided not

to. Not when she was looking at him like that with her pure black eyes.

He felt like a criminal looking at an angel.

He hesitated for a while and said, "I'm going to wipe your face."

She persisted. "Why are you so close to my face?"

She looked at him suspiciously. Buying for time, Jack looked at her, trying to think of a good answer.

He cleared his throat and said, "I saw something dirty on your face and wanted to take a closer look."

"Okay." She bowed her head. "Please continue."

He sighed in relief. She bought his excuse.

He slowly wiped her face, too embarrassed to look her in the eye.

Rachel frowned uncomfortably. Jack immediately loosened his grip.

Like a child, Rachel stretched out her hands and said unhappily, "You haven't wiped my hands yet."

Noticing her reddish cheeks and dazzled eyes, Jack silently wiped her slender and beautiful hands.

Rachel was like a child when she was drunk. If he took a photo of her appearance and showed it to her the next day, she would get so mad.

Although it was tempting, he didn't want to betray her trust like that.

After he helped Rachel wipe her hands, she fell on her back.

She was cute and lovely.

When he finished wiping her hands and feet, she lay with her eyes closed. She was probably tired from everything that had recently happened. She looked so peaceful sleeping.

Jack stood by the bed and tenderly watched her for a long time.

He then went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Just as he exited the bathroom, he saw Rachel awake.

She was up on the bed and was struggling to take her clothes off.

It was almost summer, so she was wearing a dress. But now, she felt so warm inside that she wanted to remove it. Jack stood in shock as her white and slender waist came into view, her bra peeking from the dress.

She tried to wriggle out of her clothes, but was too drunk to do it.

Jack closed his eyes at the sight of her body and took a deep breath to suppress the fire rising from his belly. He strode forward and pressed her down fiercely.

While Rachel was in a daze, Jack quickly pulled her dress down.

She struggled for so long time, but it was all for nothing. She was not happy at the moment.

Jack asked angrily, "Why don't you just lie down? What are you doing?"

She tilted her head and ignored him.

Jack opened his mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. What was this woman doing?

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

She pursed her lips and said, "I want to change into a gown and sleep."

She was just like a child, answering every question he was asking.

She had such a low tolerance to alcohol. Her raised his hand to massage his temple and sighed.

"You don't need to change. Just lie on the bed, okay?" His tone became gentle, as if he was talking to a child.

Rachel didn't understand. Why wasn't she allowed to take off her dress?

When she had heard Jack's question, she suddenly felt sadder.

For so many years, no one had ever asked her if she was unhappy and why.

Maybe it was because she was an introvert. She could pour out all her secrets to her friend like Lea, but not her inner feelings.

She had suppressed a lot of her feelings inside and it was getting worse and worse. She kept so many things hidden that a scar was forming inside.

Rachel didn't say anything.

Fie thought she had fallen asleep. Just as he leaned over to check what happened, Rachel suddenly looked up. Fler eyes were covered in tears.

Fie was stunned. Before he could do something, she suddenly wrapped her hands around his waist, laid her head on his abdomen and rubbed it intimately.

Jack's heart softened at the affectionate gesture.

She held his waist tightly and leaned on his arms without saying a word.

When he was about to say something, he heard the girl crying in his arms, "Dad..."

His hand froze as he was about to put it on her back. His face darkened and he stared at the

woman in his arms.

Not noticing his expression, she continued to rub her head against his chest, sobbing. "Dad... Dad..."

She softly cried. Jack placed his hand on her back and gently patted her.

His eyes gradually filled with gentleness, though he still had a gloomy face.

He looked at the woman in his arms, she never failed to surprise him.

She kept sobbing until her voice gradually faded away. Confused, Jack turned her over and saw that she had fallen asleep.

Her face was pink, and her black hair was scattered on the crook of his arm. Her long eyelashes casted a shadow over her eyes, and her delicate lips closed slightly.

Even when she was sleeping, she seemed to have something on her mind. She grumbled like a spoiled child in his arms, but didn't say anything further.

He heaved a long sigh and cradled her in his arms. He slowly laid her down on the bed in a comfortable position, not wanting to wake her up.

That night, she slept comfortably and deeply, dreaming of wonderful things.