Chapter 481 Mystery

Jack felt relieved that nothing was wrong with Rachel. While waiting for her, he picked up a book from the bed and flipped through a few pages. He glanced at the clock in the nightstand beside him. Thirty minutes had already gone by, but she still hadn't come out.

Impatiently, he dragged the blanket to the side and got up again. Rachel shouted from inside the bathroom, "Almost done."

Frustration got the better of him this time, so he turned the knob on the bathroom door and pushed it open. All of a sudden, Rachel screamed in surprise. She abruptly pulled down the flap of her pajama that she had lifted.

Terrified, she yelled at Jack, "Why did you open the door without knocking first?!"

"I just wanted to see what you were doing." Jack frowned and walked up to her. He looked her up and down and said, "You said that you were almost done. What were you busy with?"

"Nothing," she shot back.

Rachel quickly turned around barged out the door. Jack was left behind inside the bathroom looking puzzled. As if talking to himself, he mumbled, "But you were the one locking yourself up inside the bathroom. What were you even doing?"

Hearing this, Rachel replied, "I was taking a shower."

He repeated the question over and over, but she just gave him the same answer. She cut him off before he could ask one more time, "Can you please just stop asking? I'm going to sleep now. Keep quiet."

Her mood caught him off

serable. He leaned against the bathroom wall and just stood there in silence.

He could picture himself standing alone on a long, snowy road while he watched Rachel walk into the arms of another man.

Jack tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He went to Rachel so he could ask her one more time.

Seeing that he wasn't going to stop until he had an answer, Rachel sat up on the bed. She lifted the end of her pajama to show her pregnant belly. "Look at me, Jack," she told him.

"What is it?" He didn't understand what she meant by it. Moving closer, he gently put his hand on her belly. "Is the baby moving right now?" he asked.

"No." Rachel took his hand off her belly and pointed at the stretch marks. "Have you seen my belly? There are so many stretch marks. I've been applying ointment in the bathroom these days. I wanted to see if I can make them fade away."

"Then why didn't you just tell me?" Jack asked in a tired voice.

Lowering her head, Rachel muttered, "I feel so ugly when I look at myself in the mirror. I didn't want you to see the marks. I'm afraid that you wouldn't like me anymore."

'How could I dislike her? She's the woman I love, and the mother of my child, ' Jack thought to himself.

All the anxiety and doubt that were weighing him down finally disappeared. He looked at Rachel lovingly, and then he laughed so hard that his body trembled. Confused, she asked him, "Are you alright?"