"Oh? That's so unlike her. Did Rachel ask for a leave of absence for something?" asked the director.
Mindy shook her head. "I don't know. She didn't tell me."
Meanwhile, Rachel was driving to the hospital where Jack was. She sneezed twice in a row while talking to Jack over the phone. "Where are you?" he asked
"I'm almost there."
Rachel finally realized Jack's propensity for clinginess. He stayed in the hospital for two days on account of his fever. She couldn't believe how she had to file for a leave of absence to fetch a fully grown man from the hospital and bring him home.
She shook her head. 'He really is shameless.'
When she arrived at the ward, Jack had already prepared everything and was waiting for her.
Rachel took a deep breath and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Go home first. I need to go to the company then."
Hearing this answer, Rachel remembered passing by a man at the door. She frowned and asked, "Why didn't you ask Austin drive you home, then?"
Jack smiled and replied, "I don't want him."
"Why not?"
"I only pay Austin only one salary, which is for functioning as my secretary. I don't pay him to act as my personal assistant and to take care of me. It would be unfair to make him do something that's outside of his job description."
Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She stretched out her hand toward Jack, palm upturned. "What about my salary?"
"Don't worry, I will give it to you." Jack patted Rachel on the palm, and suddenly something was on it. When she saw car keys, she asked, "So this is all I get?"
At this time,
"Jack, I forgot my pajamas. Can you bring them to me?"
"Are they on the bed?" Jack asked, then his eyes landed on the forgotten bedclothes.
He picked them up and pushed the bathroom door open.
All of a sudden, a gust of cold air blew around her. Rachel hunched her shoulders, quickly grabbed the pajamas from his hand, and covered her chest. "Why do you enter just like that?" she asked with a squeak.
"Does it matter?" Jack curled his lips and gave her a gentle kiss before he turned around and left the bathroom with a satisfied look on his face.
"Jerk!"
Running a towel over her wet hair, Rachel sat in front of the dressing table and looked at her reflection in the mirror. A smile lurked in her eyes and brows, and the blush on her cheeks spread to the root of her ears. Even her earlobes were slightly tinged with pink.
She looked different.
She did not know that Jack silently crept up behind her. He stood quietly, took the towel from her unresisting hands, and continued to towel-dry her hair. "What do you think of telling by Dad and Mom the news when we go home for dinner tomorrow?"
She nodded. "Okay."
As soon as Rachel gave Jack her answer, her phone suddenly started ringing. She heard Lea on the other end of the line saying in an oddly weak voice, "Rachel, where are you right now?"
"At home," Rachel blurted out.
"Why won't you open the door, then?"
'Open the door? Where is she?'
Rachel was about to ask when the other woman continued, "I'm at the door of your apartment now. I've been ringing the doorbell for so long, but there's no response."