Chapter 134 Chinese Food

After a pause, Jack turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't I make breakfast in your place once?"

Rachel stared blankly back at him, finally remembering that Jack had indeed made breakfast for her once. But still, she was surprised that he could cook something more elaborate than fried eggs.

After she went back to watching TV in the living room, Jack took out the fish and the steak, intending to make steamed fish and filet mignon⁠, both of which would taste great paired with red wine.

He placed a steamer pot on one burner and a skillet on another, leaving them to heat up while he prepared the ingredients and lined them up on the kitchen counter.

Meanwhile, sitting in the living room, Rachel tried to focus on watching TV, but she found herself being drawn again and again to what was happening in the kitchen.

When she turned her head around, she saw Jack bend over the kitchen counter, completely focused on chopping up some ingredients.

Sensing a pair of eyes on him, Jack shifted slightly and turned around, but by then, Rachel had turned back to the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the program that was on.

The noisy laughter from the TV program echoed throughout the villa.

Even after Jack turned his focus back to cooking, Rachel continued to stare blankly at the TV screen, but her mind as elsewhere.

She did not come back to reality until ten minutes later, when the mouthwatering aroma of steamed fish and ginger wafted over to her.

Sniffing like a puppy, she turn

her. "What's this?"

"Your hand... How many fingers do you have?"

She shook her head. Her eyes were misty and unfocused.

Jack frowned, wondering whether he had accidentally drugged her. Her behavior didn't make sense to him at all.

Rachel slowly counted out loud with her head tilted, and then shouted in a proud voice, "Five fingers! You have five fingers..."

She sounded like a child who had gotten the answer right.

Shaking his head, Jack picked her up and walked toward the bedroom.

Rachel lay obediently in his arms, but the movement of his arms kept pulling her in and out of her trance.

At times, she found it hard to remember whose face she was looking at. When Jack had finally carried her into her bedroom and was about to put her down on his bed, she gripped his arm to stop him and said,

"What's wrong with you? Did someone bully you?"

Jack's lips twitched, but he maintained a poker face as he gently pulled her hand away and said, "Yes."

Rachel didn't struggle. She obediently withdrew her hand and allowed him to put her down on the bed.

"Who bullied you?" she asked curiously.

Jack had never seen anyone who could get this drunk after finishing just half a bottle of wine.

"Have a good rest," he said with a helpless sigh.

Rachel curled up her body to sleep, but after a moment, she suddenly sat up and said unhappily, "I haven't washed my face and changed my clothes yet."

Then, she moved to get out of bed, but Jack stopped her. "What are you trying to do?"