Chapter 105 Got Drunk

When he heard that it was about Rachel, Michael rolled his eyes. 'Didn't they sign the divorce agreement already? What's going on?!' he thought.

"Why don't you come and have a drink? It doesn't make any sense to be angry all by yourself, you know," he said after he briefly cleared his throat.

There was a brief silence as Jack considered his offer. "Okay," he replied.

Jack was a powerful man when it came to work and business, but when it came to relationships, it seemed that he was as helpless as everyone else.

It was obvious that he was not aware when he started to develop feelings for Rachel. He was obviously clueless with his own self.

Anger and frustration made him drink as fast as Michael could refill his glass. After a few shots, Michael decided that he couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him by holding his glass down. "I did not tell you to drink alone. Tell me what happened, and I might be able to give you some advice."

He squinted and took a deep breath as he stared at Michael. "What do you want to know?" Jack asked dryly. Michael decided that it was either his natural bad mood or the alcohol.

"First, I want to know why you are upset. Tell me what's bothering you," Michael said calmly.

Michael stretch out a hand to Jack's shoulder and gripped it. He smiled as he raised his eyebrows. "I might be able to give you some advice if you tell me what happened, alright?"

But Jack's manner remained cold. He didn't say a word as he seemed to be in deep thought. He slowly placed his glass on the table and started to lean back in his seat to relax himself.

In the meantime, elsewhere, Rachel felt that something was oddly wrong. It was time for her to rest, but she was stil

In the meantime, it was almost three in the morning when Rachel woke up from a dream. She lifted the quilt from her body and sat up. She reached for a glass of water by the bedside.

When she picked up the glass, she found that it was empty. Rachel yawned and walked towards the door of her room in a daze.

She opened the door but before she could step out, a tall figure blocked her way in the dark that she was instantly startled.

"Ahhh!" she screamed out of fright. "Shhhh..." the man said in a soft voice as he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Be quiet. It's me."

She immediately recovered from her initial shock when she heard his voice. "Jack?!"

He reeked with the strong smell of alcohol as he answered her in a soft, raspy voice, "Yes..."

Rachel was almost scared to death. She threw out her hands and pushed him. "Are you crazy? You were lurking in front of someone's room in the middle of the night!"

Pushing his tall body was surprisingly easy for Rachel because he was drunk. He leaned against the wall behind him, and shook his head slightly. "I'm here for you," he said in the same soft voice that sounded so pitiful.

"What are you doing here so late at night, anyway?" Rachel asked as she walked out of her room. She struggled to look for the switch that would turn on the light on the corridor.

But as soon as she took a step forward, she was pulled back by Jack. "Don't go," he ordered.

"I want turn on the light. Don't talk to me if you're drunk."

"No. Don't turn on the light." Jack's voice was so soft. Rachel couldn't see his facial expression in the darkness, but she clearly heard the pitiful expression in his voice. "It's all good now. I have something to tell you."