Chapter 133 You Know How To Cook

Claris turned pale with fright, her lips quivering. Her legs became shaky as she stood up.

Jack lowered his eyes to Rachel and fondly tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear. "Miss Ying, I hope you would pay attention to your words next time. Just because you are free to say whatever you want doesn't always mean you should.

Do not be stupid and assume that other people will also value the man you adore," he said coldly.

His words struck Claris hard. She tried to explain, but her voice barely functioned. Before she could speak, Jack turned to Rachel and held her hand. "Let's go back."

"Don’t we need to stay here after the problem is solved?" They talked as if Claris was not in the room.

"The case has nothing to do with you. Why should we waste more time here?" He pulled her, and together they walked out of the room.

Claris was left staring after their retreating backs, waves of regret and fear surging through her veins.

'What should I do?

I shouldn't have been so impulsive!'

Jack was her brother's most prominent client, and she had managed to offend him. She could not imagine what might happen to Rick.

The longer she worried about it, the more it chipped away at her. She put her hands over her face and whined.

She must have had a momentary flare of insanity to say those words to Rachel. And she even let Jack hear her!

How reckless she was!

Frantic

olled up his sleeves and opened the glass door.

Rachel’s eyes traced every wine bottle from left to right. She wanted to drink but she didn’t know which one to pick.

It wasn’t like she had to buy a bottle. She only had to choose.

While she stood undecided, Jack chose for her and took out two bottles of red wine. "Have you had lunch?"

"Yes. What about you?"

"I haven't eaten yet. Come and sit with me, then we can drink some red wine. "

She nodded. She was feeling depressed earlier, and her mood ricocheted between low and lower. She needed to vent and thought of alcohol as a good option.

Jack had attended to a lot of work in the office. Plus, they also had to deal with the matters in the police station. He had no time for lunch.

When Rachel proposed to drink, he figured she might be in a bad mood.

Looking at her closely, he saw a faint shadow between her brows. He wondered why she looked unhappy.

"I'll cook two dishes. You can wait in the living room."

Rachel was pouring a glass of wine. When she heard him, she faced his direction and saw him standing in front of the fridge.

She was stunned. "You want to cook?"

He nodded. Without turning his head, he replied, "What do you want to eat?"

She placed the bottle at the table and then walked over curiously.

She was surprised but at the same time couldn't help but doubt. "Do you know how to cook?"