Chapter 135 Getting Drunk Loosens The Tongue

Rachel felt dirty. She threw up her hands and said, "I need to wash my face and hands."

Jack rubbed between his eyebrows in reluctance. "Stop! I'll do it. Wait here and don't move."

Even though she was drunk and confused, Rachel obediently waited for Jack.

After a while, he came into the room with a warm wet towel. Rachel raised her face and closed her eyes.

Holding the towel in his hand, Jack paused as he turned to look at Rachel's face. Her eye lashes were thick, coming down from the bridge of her nose. Her red lips puckered out, as if she was teasing him.

Filled with temptation, he wanted to get a taste of her.

As if he was bewitched by this beauty, he slowly lowered his head and hovered over her lips.

Just when their lips were about to meet, she suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

Jack blinked, coming back to his senses. As if he was struck by lightning, he quickly and awkwardly stepped back. A pale pink blush coloring his cheeks.

He was tempted to tell her. But he decided not to. Not when she was looking at him like that with her pure black eyes.

He felt like a criminal looking at an angel.

He he

about to say something, he heard the girl crying in his arms, "Dad..."

His hand froze as he was about to put it on her back. His face darkened and he stared at the woman in his arms.

Not noticing his expression, she continued to rub her head against his chest, sobbing. "Dad... Dad..."

She softly cried. Jack placed his hand on her back and gently patted her.

His eyes gradually filled with gentleness, though he still had a gloomy face.

He looked at the woman in his arms, she never failed to surprise him.

She kept sobbing until her voice gradually faded away. Confused, Jack turned her over and saw that she had fallen asleep.

Her face was pink, and her black hair was scattered on the crook of his arm. Her long eyelashes casted a shadow over her eyes, and her delicate lips closed slightly.

Even when she was sleeping, she seemed to have something on her mind. She grumbled like a spoiled child in his arms, but didn't say anything further.

He heaved a long sigh and cradled her in his arms. He slowly laid her down on the bed in a comfortable position, not wanting to wake her up.

That night, she slept comfortably and deeply, dreaming of wonderful things.