Chapter 203 You Bastard

Rachel was just 25 years old.

Jack wondered as to how a young girl like her could look like this.

As far as he could contemplate, most girls of her age would have just graduated and would be indulged in playful activities.

She appeared to be totally unlike any of them. She had a mature face and lived an extensively conservative life.

Considering her living circumstances, Jack was well aware that she couldn't have claimed these extraordinary achievements by virtue of her birth. It had to be the result of her blood, toil, tears and sweat.

A few people who usually tend to flatter him for his wit and wisdom only made him feel ridiculous.

His achievements were envied by others as miraculous but hardly anyone bothered to notice the strenuous struggles he had to endure for the same.

'No pain, no gain. We have to pay a lot to achieve our goals,' he thought.

Rachel had now made some envious achievements, which he believed was nothing but the result of her determined and steadfast efforts.

On the young and beautiful face of hers, he had rarely gotten to witness a shred of haughtiness.

The curious and fervent nature of a few things were hidden beneath it.

Although calmness was a valuable attribute, this wasn't how a young woman was supposed to be.

It was best for them to get into certain status at certain age.

Perhaps Rachel herself hadn't taken notice of the fact that when she was with him, she behaved like an altogether different person.

Rachel's calm and quite personality withered away into a dashing character.

It wasn't so bad of her to

eemed to have a much more intimate relationship with Jack in the course of just a few days.

It wasn't so difficult for him to deduce that both of them had gotten intimate with each other.

'Oh my god! Bloody hell...'

Eric quickly figured out the implications of his reasonable assumption. It hadn't been long since he met them last.

Rachel had even moved to live in with Jack.

It was something that was totally unexpected of her to do! "Water."

After Jack quietly placed a glass of water in front of him, Eric turned to him and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Rachel walked out of the kitchen to the balcony as a bag of rubbish trailed behind her.

He just sat there silently. He could tell that Rachel was very familiar with the place.

On the other side of the living room, Jack was sitting on the sofa and looking down at something that lay in his hands. He looked so attentive and focused in what he was doing.

They behaved like a real couple, as though they had been together for many decades.

He didn't know if other couples behaved in a similar fashion, but he had gotten to witness such a harmonious scene.

Eric was brought up by a single mother who had to travel all over the world throughout the year. In every practical sense, it was his nanny who raised him.

He had never cared about family affection.

It was Rachel who took care of him after he came to this city.

They hadn't grown up together and they weren't as closely knit as they were during their childhood. Rachel's personality didn't make Eric feel the enthusiastic warmth of family affection.