Chapter 462 Her Right Eyelid Twitched

"Then why did you come back so soon? You were angry when I said I didn't want to treat my wound just now. I can tell, so don't try to deny it." Jack's lips had curved into a knowing smile. He was still holding Rachel's hand; she realized with a start that he had begun to slowly and seductively draw circles on the palm of her hand with his fingernail.

Rachel shivered. She could feel goose bumps spreading from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. With a pointed glare, she hastily snatched her hand out of his grasp and tried to calm her racing heart. When she trusted herself to speak again, her voice was cool and aloof. "Jack, how many times have we gone over this? You and I both know this is pointless."

"But if you don't tell me, I'll never know what you're thinking. And if I don't know what you're thinking, well, I'll just have to keep on asking." The secretive smile on Jack's face widened into a grin. It was obvious to Rachel that her feeble protest had fallen on deaf ears.

Frowning slightly, Rachel stood up and threw the gauze in her hand onto the tea table, cool as ice. She said flatly, "You can dress your wound yourself. I'm a little tired, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to rest." With that, she turned and stalked up the stairs without another word.

Just then, Julie emerged from her room, furiously drying her dripping wet hair with a towel. She was surprised to see Jack sitting on the sofa alone. She asked cautiously, "Is something wrong, Mr. Fu?"

She had been washing her hair in the bathroom when she heard some kind of commotion outside. She had automatically assumed Jack and Rachel had gotten into another argument, and had immediately dashed out of the bathroom with a towel around her wet hair to intervene before things spiraled out of control yet again.

Jack raised his hand to show her the wound that had started to bleed again. He smiled bitterly. "I cut my hand just now. Help me dress the wound, I can't put t

orget to bring Lea with you! Now, if you'll excuse me..."

With that, Anna slid her handbag onto her other arm and walked out of the hospital with a satisfied air. The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched helplessly as she watched Anna's retreating back. She turned to press the elevator button, defeated, when a thought suddenly occurred to her. She frowned.

She could have sworn that Anna had said that she was at the hospital to see a doctor. And yet, Anna had left as soon as she was sure Rachel would be attending her wedding tomorrow.

Rachel arched an eyebrow. It was painfully obvious that Anna had made up that excuse about an upset stomach.

The day went on as usual. That evening, Jack showed up to pick her up as promised, and they drove home under a shy moon that peeked out every now and then from behind the cover of dark clouds. Once they had arrived back home and he had killed the engine, Rachel opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and took the fast food takeout box they had picked up along the way from him in one smooth, elegant motion. She saw Julie standing in the doorway, waiting for them, and handed the takeout box to her. She asked softly, "Are Dad and Mom already here?"

"Yes. You'll find the both of them in the living room." Julie turned slightly to point in the direction of the living room.

She lifted the fast food takeout box to eye level, as if trying to guess its contents by its weight. Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, "What's inside? What did you buy?"

"A roast goose." The reply came from Jack, who had followed after Rachel at a leisurely pace, a small smile on his face. He turned his head to look at Rachel, the look of sincere affection in his eyes like a river about to overflow its banks. "Rachel loves it, so I decided to buy it for her on the way home."

"Oh Mr. Fu, you're always so nice to Miss Shen." Julie looked at Rachel with a teasing smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement.