Chapter 71 Live Together

Eric was suspicious when he heard that Jack and Rachel were going to be living together.

He put the rag down and grabbed Rachel's hand, leading her to the balcony.

Mendes, being a child, didn't know what was happening. This seemingly secret conference confused and intrigued him.

His interest grew when he saw Eric suddenly pulling Rachel into the balcony.

As much as he was curious, he was nervous, too. He promptly followed them and asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

Rachel patted Eric on the arm, a signal for him to wait. She stopped walking and turned around. "We just need to talk. Can you stay here while we do that? We won't be long."

Mendes frowned and asked, "Can't I come with you?"

It was difficult to refuse the request of a child who was as cute as a bun, but Rachel immediately responded, "No."

Eric felt sorry for the little boy. He had thought that she would let Mendes come. He was only a child, after all.

"Stay here and wait for me, okay? We just have to talk for a bit in the balcony, and I'll be back before you know it." Although Rachel had not given in to the boy's request, she continued to talk to him patiently.

He was too young to understand what she meant. Even so, he didn't like that she was acting so secretive.

He only wanted to be part of things.

Mendes looked at Eric and then at Rachel as the two were about to leave. Pouting, he said reluctantly, "Okay, you go ahead."

Rachel was amused by the fact that the child was clearly hurt. "Be a good boy and wait for me

at him. While driving, he tried to come up with the best way to talk to her.

He had not expected that Celine would be happy in his absence.

Four years prior, Celine's indifference was the very thing that had attracted him. Now, here he was. She had left him feeling tired and alone.

Patiently, Jack redialed her number. It rang for a long time until finally, Celine picked up.

"Hello..." Her voice was hoarse, and she spoke slowly and sleepily.

Jack glanced at his watch. It was past ten in the morning. Where was she sleeping?

"Hello? Jack?" She seemed to have realized who was calling.

"Where are you?" he asked in a low voice.

Without thinking, she replied, "I'm at home."

"I'm in your apartment right now. Where are you?" Jack repeated the question. His voice was menacing.

His words brought Celine back to her senses. She sat up in her bed, panic coursing through her veins. She lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. Then she walked toward the window, swept the curtain to the side, and looked at the view. The boundless sea touched the blue sky, and the water glistened with the sunlight.

She had come out to the sea with a group of people the previous day. In the group was a young man from a rich family. It was a man who had once pursued Celine, a man whom Jack had warned.

She had come here upon the invitation of a friend. Before the trip, she had no idea that this young man owned the boat that they were sailing in. Celine was overcome by guilt now. She did not dare to tell Jack where she was