Chapter 33 A Calculating Man

Jack emphasized the last two words. It was as if he was scolding her.

Rachel studied his arrogant eyes and felt uneasy.

The uneasiness she felt was not because of Jack's threat. For some reason, she felt as though someone was laying a trap for her.

She wanted to get past Jack, but he got closer and kept pushing her forward.

Finally, she gave in. Fuming, she got into his car. She would just have to see what he was planning to do.

For the next few days, Jack's car arrived on her doorstep on time every morning. And this lasted for three days.

Also, Lucas called her from out of the blue, telling her that something urgent had come up. He said that he might be unable to come back in time.

Lea called Rachel and asked her whether Lucas had come back. Rachel had to tell her that his schedule was delayed. Lea breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. I just returned to our hometown with my old man yesterday. My stepmother had an accident. I will not be back until a week or so."

Rachel was about to tell Lea what had happened between her and Jack these days, but she stopped when she heard this.

'Never mind. We can talk about it once she has returned. I don't believe that Jack will be my driver for another week,' she thought.

And she was right.

On the fourth day, Jack informed her that he would no longer come to pick her up.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She had survived th

, she also discovered that her knees and elbows hurt.

The people who had attempted to take her had carelessly dragged her around, giving her bruises.

After examining the rest of her body and making sure that she had no bone injuries, Rachel focused on the spots that hurt.

Upon checking, she found at least four or five bruises all over her body.

She already imagined cutting these people with a scalpel. As she did so, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Jack's number. She had to know what was going on.

She gnashed her teeth in anger. Instinct told her that Jack used her as a bait to lure Hiram out.

At dusk, Jack slowly opened the door to Rachel's ward. At that time, Mendes was on the bedside with his mouth open, ready to receive food.

Rachel fed him an orange slice and pulled a tissue out of the dispenser to wipe the juice around his mouth. When Jack came in, she glanced at him, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a mocking smile.

He came closer, pulled up a chair, and sat down, stroking the boy's head.

Mendes escaped his touch and ran to the other side of the bed, the orange slice still in his mouth.

Jack looked at Rachel with his hands clasped. He leaned back and looked at her indifferently. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Rachel raised her head and glared at him. Then she said, smiling, "You are a calculating man, aren't you? Why don't you tell me what happened?"