Chapter 148 Verbose Eric


    Rachel tried her best tofort Eric. "If you don''t mind, you can have a cosmetic surgery."


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    "It doesn''t matter. It''s easy for a man to get scars," Eric chuckled.


    "Go and find someone to give you more scars then!" Rachel pped his shoulder andughed.


    "Ouch! You don''t have to be so cruel, I''m not that stupid," said Eric as he lowered his head.


    Rachel crossed her arms and frowned. "Then why were you so impulsive? You''re a grown man, Eric.


    You''re not a kid anymore, make better decisions!" He shook his head and snickered. "Alright already, I


    will. I''ll stop being impulsive."


    "Good. If this ever happens again, I''ll be the one to add more scars on you," she said as she applied


    the ointment on Eric''s scar.


    Eric winced and the corner of his mouth twitched. Who knew Rachel could be this scary?


    Rachel noticed that her ointment had run out and she rummaged through the medicine kit for another


    one. Suddenly, someone tapped on her shoulder and held out the ointment before her.


    It was Jack. She didn''t even notice when he got here.


    Rachel took the medicine from his hand and said, "When did you get here? Why didn''t you say


    something?"


    "I just came in. Didn''t you hear mee in?"


    "No, I didn''t notice. Anyway, thanks for this."


    Eric wanted to turn his head to see Jack, but Rachel told him not to move.


    Eric made no effort to contest and stayed still.


    Jack leaned his back on the wall while crossing his arms and smiling. He noticed that Rachel was in a


    better mood than yesterday.


    "Are you free today?" asked Rachel.


    Jack was surprised. Was she trying to drive him away?


    After a few seconds of pondering, he answered, "I''m dropping by thepany this afternoon."


    "I see." Rachel focused her attention on applying the medicine to Eric''s wounds


    Jack thought she was acting weird so he stood in attention.


    ''Is she still mad at me?''


    After Rachel applied ointment to Eric''s back, Eric wanted to wear his shirt but she advised him that he


    should let the ointment dry out first.


    The ck scab and the ferocious red wound with thread stitches were still there.


    It was still quite painful, but it was bearable enough after the ointment had been applied.


    When Rachel went to wash her hands, Jack called Eric''s attention.


    Eric, who was humming on the back of the chair, was frightened. He turned his head to look at him.


    "What?" By the sound of his voice, he was not happy to be talking to Jack.


    Jack smiled and put his hand on Eric''s shoulder.


    "What is it you want this time?" Eric was bing vignt.


    Jack''s eyes glinted as he lowered his head next to Eric.


    Jack heard Eric swallowing nervously. Sweat even ran down from his temple.


    Eric cleared his throat and stared Jack in the eye. "What do you want? Just tell me already," he said,


    trying to soundmanding.


    "Rx, boy, don''t be nervous. I just want to ask you a question," he said as he patted Eric''s shoulder to


    ease the tension.


    "Who said I was nervous?"


    Eric and Rachel were so alike. Jack clenched his hand on Eric''s shoulder.


    Before he could say anything, he heard someone talk behind them. "What are you doing?"


    Both of them turned their heads, unaware of how intimate they looked in Rachel''s eyes.


    "What do you think we''re doing?" Jack straightened his back and looked at Rachel in confusion. Eric


    was confused as well.


    Rachel pressed her finger against her temple. She shook her head and sighed. "I guess it was


    nothing."


    Rachel went over to Eric to take his dirty shirt from the sofa. Jack furrowed his brows and gripped her


    slender wrist.


    Rachel was startled by his sudden aggression.


    He bit his lower lip and said, "I need to speak to you." Eric stared at the two of them as they went


    upstairs. "What the hell? What in God''s name are they doing up there?" he muttered to himself when


    they were out of sight.


    The window of her bedroom was open, and the curtain was being blown up by the wind like it was


    dancing.


    "What do you want, Jack?" asked Rachel.


    Jack closed the door and put his hands into his pockets. "Why are you angry at me, Rachel? Have I


    done something wrong again?"


    "I told you, I''m not angry," she said begrudgingly.


    "Yes, you are. You''re mad at me, I can tell!" Jack sighed and covered his forehead with his hand. "Ever


    since you came back from the restaurant yesterday, something was wrong with you."


    Rachel was surprised. She never expected that he would observe her carefully. She turned her face


    away from him and thought of an excuse. "Nothing. It''s just one of those days where I''m not in the


    mood."


    Jack didn''t buy it, he kept pestering her for the answer.


    She finally snapped and shouted at Jack, "Why do you care so much? I told you it was nothing!"


    Jack inched closer to Rachel. "Because I care about you, Rachel. Am I not allowed to care?"


    Her anger slowly dissipated. Jack was not the kind of man that would admit something like that so


    decisively, and yet here he was.


    "I''m just really not in the mood recently, you don''t have to worry," she said while covering her mouth.


    Jack sighed helplessly. "Rachel, if I did you wrong, please tell me. You don''t have to keep it in like this.


    Don''t force yourself to pretend that nothing happened, because that doesn''t solve anything."


    Rachel was left speechless. Was she really not that good at hiding her emotions? Did she really wear


    her heart on her sleeves that anyone could tell what she was thinking?


    Perhaps, Jack had really be sensitive of how she felt?


    He stared at her with unblinking eyes after he finished talking. He had thought that she would at least


    say something after that speech.


    It seemed as though he had underestimated her bad temper.


    She sighed again and pretended that everything was indeed okay. "You think too much, Jack. I''m fine."


    Jack was going to say something more but his phone rang inside his pocket.


    He stared at Rachel and gestured that he needed to take the call; then he went outside after she


    nodded.


    After Jack disappeared behind the door, Rachel leaned back against the wall as if a bone had been


    broken. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.


    She was caught in a dilemma. Jack found out that she was not really okay.


    He must have paid attention to how she acted all this time. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have noticed that


    she was unhappy.


    In truth, Rachel did want to tell him, but she changed her mind the moment she opened her mouth.


    But when he saw the disappointment in Jack''s eyes, Rachel thought for a while and finally decided to


    tell him what she had heardst night.


    As soon as the decision was made, Rachel saw Jack push the door open with his mobile phone in the


    other hand.


    "Jack." She was interrupted by Jack. It looked like he was restless. "I have something urgent to do. I''ll


    come back as soon as I''ve dealt with the matter."


    "Jack, please..."


    But he was really in a hurry. He didn''t even have time to listen to a few words. He had left the room and


    rushed downstairs before he could hear Rachel.


    Rachel looked at his straightened back. The courage that she had gathered suddenly faded like


    bubbles.


    All this preparation to tell him led to nothing because he couldn''t stay for a few more minutes to listen to


    what she had to say.


    When Jack left for work, he didn''te home to her for several days.


    Even Eric was puzzled that Jack had note home yet.


    Every time he asked about Jack, all Rachel could say was "I don''t know." She kept her mind upied


    by reading medical books.


    Eric sat beside her as she read a book.


    "He''s been gone a while, what happened to him?"


    Rachel didn''t respond and continued reading. She was so absorbed in reading that she didn''t even cast


    a nce at Eric.


    Eric was getting better and better these days and felt a little more energetic every day.


    He felt depressed when Rachel told him that he couldn''t leave the house because of his injury.


    To be honest, a day or two wasn''t that bad. He''d be d to rest for three days max, but if half a month


    had passed by and he wasn''t even allowed to step outside, who could me him for feeling impatient?


    But the wound on his head hadn''tpletely healed yet. If anyone saw it, they would think he had


    gotten into a fight. Even Rachel thought the same at first.


    Eric put on his hat and decided to take a walk. He was feeling cooped up and he needed some fresh


    air. When he came back, he threw his hat on the sofa without saying a word.


    When Rachel saw how he acted, she knew what he was thinking without even asking.


    When he came back, he was looking very upset.


    In the past two days, Eric was quite talkative at home. He was talking nonstop like he wouldn''t run out


    of things to say.


    Even if Rachel didn''t respond, he would keep nagging by himself.


    Most of what he said was about Jack.


    Rachel could feel the resentment in Eric''s voice every time he mentioned Jack''s name.


    Eric nted his face on his palms. The two of them didn''t speak for minutes until Rachel heard Eric


    draw a deep breath.


    "Something''s not right. He would usually drop by every day, now he hasn''t evene home for three


    days. Is he plotting something?" said Eric.


    Rachel leaned against the sofa and snorted, "Don''t be so verbose, Eric."


    "Rachel, don''t you have even the slightest doubt about what''s happening?"


    Rachel closed her book and stood up. "I''m going to sit somewhere else."


    With a confused look on his face, Eric didn''t say anything more. He tucked some fruit into his mouth


    and contemted. "Does Jack always have to do everything at the spur of the moment?" Before


    Rachel went somewhere else, she heard Eric muttering something to himself.


    She didn''t respond. She just took it as a senseless murmur, but she couldn''t help but clench her book.


    What he said was not really wrong.


    Even if she tried to shrug it off, Eric''s words kept lingering in her ears like flies.


    With no more patience, she closed the book in her hand hard. Eric was startled while talking.


    When he turned around, Rachel stood from the sofa with no expression on her face. She walked over


    to pour a ss of water for herself.


    ''Why is she getting angry?'' Eric thought to himself.


    He stared at her with vignce as she poured a ss of water and drank it. Then she sat back on the


    sofa to continue reading.


    Knowing that Rachel wasn''t in the mood, Eric thought it was prudent to not bother her anymore. But he


    couldn''t help but wonder if she had a fight with Jack or not.


    That day, Jack led her upstairs and came downstairs after a few minutes. Then he never came after he


    left.


    Eric figured that must''ve felt so bored that it was the only thing worthwhile to think about right now.


    Now that he thought about it, perhaps it was best that they had a big fight and he never came back at


    all!


    Eric stared at Rachel, and thought that Jack didn''t deserve her. He should just let her find a better man


    and be happy for once.