With a charming smile on his face, Jack asked, "Why are you even focused on dealing with other people's problems? Shouldn't we talk about our relationship first?"
Rachel straightened her posture and swirled her spoon in the coffee. "Hasn't it always been this way between us? Do you really have anything else you want to say?"
"What do you think?"
Jack grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
He thought that he could wait for her until she said that she was willing to come back to him, but after seeing that Bill was also pursuing her, he couldn't help but feel worried.
"Haven't you seen how I behave recently?" he protested, waving his arms up in the air. "Now that Celine has left, there's nothing stopping us from being together."
"It's not that!" Rachel just didn't know how to express herself.
Although Celine was the reason why they had broken up in the first place, the woman still left a mark in their relationship. Every time she wanted to start over, the joy she felt would be replaced by anxiety and fear again.
She was afraid that it would happen all over again.
Rachel pursed her lips. "Can't you just give me some time? Let's talk about it later."
Maybe, in the near future, the uneasiness would dissipate.
Sitting on the sofa, Bill watched as Howard paced back and forth in the living room. The older man folded his hands behind his back as he stopped and glanced at them from time to time.
It'd been twenty min
cond, Andy? Whether it comes to family background, ability, even physical conditions, Jack is still much better than Bill. Do you want him to fail? Do you want him be depressed?"
Andy was rendered speechless. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "But, we can't ask him to give up if he doesn't try!"
Even then, he still wasn't convinced.
Listening to the conversation between them, Bill finally had enough of their agreement. He slammed his fists against the tea table. "Enough!" he roared. "This is my business. I get to say what's going to happen. I'll be heading back to my room."
He stood by the window and smoked one cigarette after another. The more he coughed, the more he smoked.
No matter how much he hated his father, what he said was right.
He couldn't compete with Jack, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
When the taxi arrived at the gate of the community, Rachel took out her wallet and was about to pay the driver when her phone rang.
Once she paid the fare, she answered, "Hello?"
"Are you home?" Jack said with a smile.
Upon hearing his voice, she couldn't help but grin. "I just arrived at the community. I'm heading to the elevator."
In the cafe, Jack agreed to not ask her any more. Just as he was about to return to the apartment as well, he was pulled back to handle another company emergency.
After hanging up the phone, Rachel happened to pass by Joan Liu, an old woman, who was also waiting for the elevator.