Chapter 32 What Do You Want

Rachel was speechless. She hesitated for a second before letting him hold the boy.

"Which ward?"

"Please come with me. Mendes, you should thank him!"

The boy cradled in Jack's arms looked at him timidly. "Thank you," he murmured, licking his sticky hand.

Weighing the baby in his arms, Jack stole a glance at Rachel. They walked together in silence to the ward. Putting the baby down, Jack inwardly sighed, 'I think it's time for him to lose weight.'

The three were now the focal point of others present in the ward.

Their eyes brimmed with curiosity, especially focused on Jack

Sitting on the bed, Mendes was quiet. Rachel went to the bathroom and got a towel dampening it with some water. Then she began to clean his hand.

Jack quietly observed from the side of the bed.

Mendes glanced furtively at the man standing beside his bed. Rolling his eyes, he got closer to Rachel and pouted his lips complaining, "Rachel, my arm hurts!"

He gestured towards his broken left arm. After wiping his hand, Rachel checked his temperature. She talked to him in a low voice, trying to console him. By the time she turned around, Jack was

assed since she had asked Jack to wait for her.

He might have left by now, she thought. She didn't believe he had the patience to wait for her for this long.

She packed up her things and exited her office.

Walking towards the parking lot, she heard her phone ring. Surprise was visible on Rachel's face when she realized it was Jack.

Her head ached as she saw his name flicker on the screen. The empty parking lot echoed with her ringtone.

Her slender finger stopped at the screen. Two seconds later, Rachel hung up the phone without hesitation.

She started to walk but then jumped at the sound of low laughter from behind her. Turning around, she saw Jack standing there with a smile on his face.

Rachel had been caught refusing to answer his phone twice in one day.

A little disappointed, she asked, "What on earth do you want?"

The air around them felt heavy. 'He is willing to serve as my driver because he wants to protect me?

Nah! I don't believe it!' she thought.

Pocketing his phone, he walked towards Rachel. In a calm voice, Jack asked, "Haven't I told you not to think too much?" He pointed at the car. "Get in!"