Chapter 81 A Conversation

Washing dishes was such a simple task that there was no reason for Jack to be wasting so much time on it. Curious to see what he was doing, Rachel stood up and walked toward the kitchen, taking light steps.

She stopped at the door and quietly looked inside. Jack was standing next to the sink, still scrubbing the dishes with detergent.

There were only a few dishes to be washed, but he was treating them as if they were antique treasures, scrubbing them carefully with his slender and beautiful fingers.

This tall man dressed in a shirt and a pair of suit pants was a striking contrast to the warm light of the kitchen.

However, there was something strangely peaceful and soothing about the look of concentration on his face as he washed the dishes. All of a sudden, an image of him wearing an apron popped into Rachel's mind.

She continued to linger at the door and watch Jack as he washed off the detergent, and then rinsed the dishes once more with water.

At this, she frowned. She had always known that he was meticulous, but at this moment, she couldn't help but find him fussy. Were her dishes that dirty? It was not as if they were in a fast food restaurant.

What was more, Jack didn't stop there. After he washed thedishes, he turned and fumbled around the kitchen until he found the automatic disinfection cabinet in the middle of the cupboard.

He squatted in front of it and thought for a while. Then, he reached

ear that it was not because of Celine.

After thinking for a while, Rachel asked tentatively, "So you have a new girlfriend?"

Jack's face darkened again and a single word came out of his thin lips. "No."

Rachel nodded thoughtfully. "Whatever. As long as you don't cause any more trouble, it's fine with me."

They had always pretended to be friendly in front of Jonathan, but she wanted to see how far Jack would go to make him buy their act.

Now that they had spent their first day of living together peacefully, Rachel told Lea all about it on the phone.

On the other side of the line, Lea sneered, "Is that so? Are you two still putting on a show?"

Rachel rubbed her forehead and yawned. "I feel like I'm falling deeper and deeper into this huge hole."

"Yes, you are," Lea agreed.

Time flew. The next two days, Jack stayed at home, getting documents brought to him by his secretary.

Rachel was a little curious about the reason why Jack wanted to work in her house these days, but it was only when she happened to see him in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror and raising his hand to touch his forehead with a frown, that she realized why.

It seemed that Jack cared about his appearance a lot.

On the third day, Rachel received a call from Jonathan asking how she and Jack were doing.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Jonathan asked, "Did Jack tell you? I would like to visit you today."