My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 98

'I think too much?1

Lea didn't think so. She could tell Jack was really angry when he spoke to Lucas.

Actually, she was angry as well. Lucas just left Rachel there and didn't say anything to comfort her. All he wanted was to rush to the Ying family's villa. There seemed to be some hidden meaning in Rachel's words.

'Lucas is worried about someone? Could it be Claris?'

Just as Lea was about to ask, Rachel leaned back, looking tired, with her beautiful eyebrows knitted together slightly. Lea looked at her and noticed that her forehead was oozing sweat.

Feeling concerned about her, Lea leaned over and nervously asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling pain?"

Rachel didn't want Lea to worry about her, so she forced herself to cheer up and tried to reassure her, "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm just a little tired."

"How could I possibly not be worried?" Lea felt very worried. "Look at you. Your face is as pale as a ghost. If you feel uncomfortable, please just tell me. I'm here with you."

Having said that, she turned to look at Jack and said bluntly, without trying to be polite, "Mr. Fu, can you manage it?" ■d

Her words were bewildering to the other two people in the car.

Lea paused for a moment, and realized they might not have understood what she meant. "Can you take good care of her tonight? Perhaps I should stay there."

With his face looking relaxed and the corners of his good- looking lips slightly pursed, Jack didn't make an immediate decision. He turned to ask Rachel for her opinion. "What do you think?" NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

At this moment, Rachel was totally distracted.

She shook her gently to get her attention. "It's okay. Lea, you go home. I already told you, I'm fine."

Lea was a bit annoyed by what Rachel said. "Look at you, you're obviously not in a good condition at all. How can you say you're okay?"

Lea thought Rachel was always like that. She was too stubborn, acting as if she could do anything and overcome every challenge on her own.

But Jack was there, so she couldn't say much. Lea could only say peevishly, "All right."

Rachel was surprised that Lea was so angry about this. Her intentions were good, after all. She only wanted to set Lea's mind at ease.

Jack drove the car in silence, with a light flickering in his deep eyes.

When they arrived home, they received a phone call from Rick.

Rick had sent all his guests away after confirming that they were all right. He was relieved to find that only two guests had been injured, and ■d

the injuries were just minor.

Then he cooperated with the police and the firefighters to search for any remaining explosives in the villa.

At that moment, the fire was still raging inside the villa, and the firefighters were busy putting out the fire first.

The fire was too unusual and too sudden to have been a mistake. It was obvious that arson had been committed deliberately in the villa. It was not yet known who the mastermind of the crime was, but several suspects were already in the hands of the police.

The police were interrogating the suspects in an overwhelming and intimidating manner. At last, one of those suspects was overcome, being unable to stand it anymore. He almost pissed in his pants in fright, and in a trembling voice, he confessed about who he was working for.

It turned out that the fire and explosion were committed by none other than Rick's uncle.

Rick was furious. He could hardly hold his anger in.

The police went to investigate his uncle.

According to the testimony given by the suspect, they made the explosion by mixing explosives with fireworks.

Rick's uncle had wanted them to plant bombs around the villa. However, after discussing with each other, they were afraid that the explosion would be too powerful and cause severe damage to the villa, possibly causing it to collapse. ■d

Their intention was only to create chaos, not to kill anyone. So the bombs were all planted in the garden.

They also confessed that they were working in several groups, and some of them were secretly pouring flammable liquid in the villa.

Others were responsible for planting the explosives, while some others were in charge of observing the situation, and to tell everyone when to take action.

The suspect said that their actual purpose was not to kill anyone, but only to ruin the banquet. Therefore, they gave enough time for the people in the house to escape.

Otherwise, they would not have left such a long interval between the explosions.

Rick was so angry that he felt his heart ache.

He wanted to punch him in the face. He felt that he might pass out if he didn't release his anger.

Jack's phone rang when he was about to take Rachel out of the car. She nudged him to pick up the phone.

He looked at Rachel and said lightly, "You're not wearing shoes. Just wait there and don't get out."

Rachel nodded her head and leaned back in her seat. Lea smiled playfully at her.

Jack walked to the other side of the road and answered the call. It was from Rick. He was calling to ask how Rachel was doing, and to offer a serious apology.

Jack didn't care about the apology, but he ■d

accepted it. It was just an accident, after all. Rick couldn't be held fully responsible.

Jack simply told him Rachel was not seriously injured.

Jack felt that Rachel's condition was his own business and that he didn't need to tell Rick about her in detail, no matter how badly hurt she was.

He didn't want Rick to think that he was holding him responsible.

They exchanged just a few more words, and then ended the call. Rick promised him that he would eventually give him a full explanation of the matter.

Jack accepted his apology and said good night.

Anyway, if Rick wouldn't investigate the incident, Jack intended to do it himself.

When they returned home from the hospital, Rachel's foot seemed to be in much better condition than before. Lea stayed with Rachel for a while, but she stood up to say goodbye when Rachel yawned as if she wanted to sleep.

After they left, Rachel thought that Jack would act like a gentleman and drive Lea home. But to her surprise, he came back to her in just a moment.

Rachel was stunned and asked him, "Why didn't you drive her back?"

"She called a taxi."

He came over and examined her swollen ankle carefully. He was slightly relieved that wasn't as bad as before. "It seems to be better. You..." ■d

He suddenly stopped.

The neckline of her dress had been torn down, so that her breasts were almost revealed to him.

He felt unable to finish his sentence, so Jack coughed and turned his eyes away.

Noticing the change in Jack's face, Rachel looked down and her face suddenly reddened. She covered her chest quickly with her hand, and turned away from his gaze.

She was too embarrassed to say anything. Jack spoke again first. "I'll go up to get a coat for you."

Then he turned away and went upstairs.

When he went downstairs again, he held her thin coat in his hand. Rachel took it from him with a slight blush. It was hard for her to imagine him rummaging through her wardrobe.

What happened later was even more embarrassing for her.

Rachel's traumatized feelings were somewhat soothed when she came back home. She was in a dirty mess and yearned for a shower.

However, bathing was a serious difficulty at that moment.

She stumbled around with wounded feet. The problem was there was no bathtub in the house. She thought about it for a long time. Rachel was in the bathroom and still hadn't got naked yet. She stood there for a long time and finally limped out.

When she was about to walk downstairs to grab a chair to sit on, Jack noticed her and stopped ■d

her, asking, "What's wrong?"

She turned back and saw Jack wearing a shirt. He was just coming out of the room and standing at the door, looking at her.

Rachel felt embarrassed again. She tried to explain, "I want to go downstairs to get something."

He turned around and walked towards her. "What do you need there? I'll take it for you."

"There is a low stool downstairs. Help me bring it up."

Without uttering a word, Jack went downstairs and fetched the stool.

He remembered the stool very well. It was the one that Mendes used to sit on when he came there.

When he came back with the stool, he felt confused. "Why do you need a stool?"

Rachel's ear went red, but she tried to stay calm. She took the stool from Jack and said, "It's necessary."

Before Jack could respond, Rachel hurried away with the low stool.

Ignoring Jack's lingering gaze, Rachel entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Jack just saw her limping away in a rush before he understood what was going on.

She disappeared as swiftly as a burglar.

Standing still for a moment, he was confused about what that could possibly mean. After a moment of thought, he suddenly understood. ■d

The stool... Her foot...

Only then did he realize what the stool was for. How dull he was!

His handsome face blushed with embarrassment. He walked to Rachel's room and hesitated at the door, then finally raised his hand to knock.

It took Rachel a long time to finish everything she need to do in the bathroom. She walked around the bathroom and hesitated for a long moment. She looked at her swollen foot and remembered that the medicine from the hospital was still on the living room table.

She was still hesitating whether to open the door and get the medicine right away, or wait here until Jack was asleep.

But at that moment, Jack knocked on her door.