Chapter 456 Shoes For Pregnant Women


    She flipped the phone so that the screen was facing Rachel and asked, "Isn''t this you?"


    Rachel looked up and nced at the screen. "It seems like it."


    The colleague raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Who is that man, then? Is he the father of


    your baby?"


    Frowning, Rachel asked, "Why do you have this photo?"


    "It''s a coincidence!" The colleague swiped at the screen with two fingers and zoomed out the photo


    to its original size. Only then did Rachel realize that she and Jack were not the main focus of the


    photo.


    The colleague chuckled and pointed at the couple who appeared to be arguing in the middle of the


    photo. She said helplessly, "This is my cousin and her husband. Goodness knows they fight like


    cats and dogs all the time, even earlier at the hospital. I asked my cousin why he was sote this


    morning, and then he sent me this photo."


    After she finished her story, she propped a hand under her chin and asked in a curious tone,


    "Rachel, looking from the back, I think that the man must be very handsome. Am I right? Looks like


    you don''t have to worry about what your baby will look like. For sure, it will be a handsome boy or a


    beautiful girl."


    Rachel listened with a smile on her face and did not say a word.


    Fortunately, this colleague was not the sort to gossip. After chatting for several moments, she


    noticed that Rachel was not interested in discussing the subject further, so she smartly led their


    conversation topic to the baby.


    In the shopping mall, two men were walking back and forth in thedies'' shoes section. Several


    shop assistants looked at them in confusion.


    Michael ate up the attention. One of his hands was resting in his pocket, while the other reached up


    and straightened his tie. Catching sight of the beautiful girls, he quirked an eyebrow and nced at


    Jack beside him. However, Jack wasn''t sharing his amusement and was looking rather serious.


    Every time he walked to a shop, he would stop to have a look and then space out, seemingly lost in


    thought.


    "What on earth do you want to buy, anyway?" asked Michael, putting his hand on Jack''s shoulder.


    While Michael thoroughly enjoyed the attention from women, it only further solidified his cynical


    belief that people rarely looked beyond a person''s looks. Now, looking at the two of them, the


    women might be thinking strange thoughts about them. This bothered Michael.


    Jack tapped his chin and said solemnly, "I need to buy shoes for Rachel."


    Michael snorted. "Jeez, here I thought that you''re nning to expand your business to include


    women''s shoes. I didn''t think that we''re here because you wanted to buy shoes for Rachel."


    He then pushed Jack toward a counter and said, "Since you''re buying shoes, you wouldn''t be able


    to see anything if you stood by the door. You have to go in and take a look."


    "I don''t think these shoes are suitable." Jack frowned and picked up a pair of high-heeled shoes.


    "Look, the heels on these shoes are so high. How would could she wear them now?"


    Hearing this, a helpful shop assistant came up to them and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you


    nning to buy ts or low-heeled shoes? You can definitely find both kinds in our shop."


    "I need t shoes. Those that are suitable for pregnant women."Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    Hearing his requirements, the shop assistant walked toward one of the disy stands, leaned over


    to take several pairs of shoes from the bottom row, and ced them in front of Jack. "These shoes


    are very suitable for pregnant women. These feel extremelyfortable when worn." Michael sat


    down on the sofa and crossed his legs. "You couldn''t find them earlier, and now you have a lot of


    options before you. So, which of these do you think Rachel will like?"


    That morning, Jack alone sat for a while in his car after dropping Rachel off. He took out his mobile


    phone and searched online for shoes suitable for pregnant women. When he found there were


    shoes for pregnant women, he put off going to the office, instead pulling Michael from his bed to go


    shopping with him at the mall.


    He thought that pregnant women shoes consisted of just one type of shoes. To his surprise, the


    shop assistant took out five or six pairs at once, each pair looking distinctly different from thest.


    Those shoes came in different styles and colors.


    Dazed, Jack stared at the pairs. He had no idea what type of shoes Rachel might like. After some


    thought, he said in a low voice, "Pack all of these shoes for me."


    "All of them?" The shop assistant''s jaw dropped in surprise. When she came to her senses, she


    hurriedly brushed dirt from the shoes on the floor, and asked with a smile, "Do you want them in


    what size?"


    "9.5 inches," Jack replied.


    "Okay. Please wait here a moment while I get new stock from our warehouse. These are only


    disy units." The shop assistant smiled at him and began to calcte in her head how much


    bonus she could receive this month.


    As the assistant disappeared through one of the doors, presumably the entry to their stock room,


    Michael asked in a low voice, "Don''t you think you bought too many?"


    "It''s not a big deal," Jack replied in a low voice. He raised his hand and nced at his watch. "You


    can take a taxi hometer. I''ll go to the hospital to bring the shoes to Rachel."


    "What?" Michael''s eyes widened. He stood up and pointed at Jack his face, saying usingly,


    "Some friend you are-you really value a woman more than a friend. Had I known this earlier, then I


    would have drove here. I shouldn''t havee with you!"


    Jack brushed off the hand and patted him on the shoulder. "If you''re not afraid that I would tell your


    whereabouts to your family, then by all means, keep talking."


    "Despicable, shameless, treacherous!" Michael jumped to his feet and said every invective he could


    think of in a voice filled with mock outrage. Then, he shook his head regretfully and said, "I was


    really blind at that time. Why did I be friends with you?"


    After Rachel finished her work, she stood up and was about to make herself a cup of lemon tea


    when her phone rang. Seeing Jack''s name on the screen, she hesitated for a few seconds and


    finally answered it. "What''s up?" Jack smiled and asked, "I''m at the gate of the hospital now. Will


    youe out or should I go to your office?"


    Frowning, Rachel asked, "What are you doing here?"


    "Something important." Jack turned his head to look at the shoe boxes piled up on the back seat.


    Rachel thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, wait for me at the gate. I''lle down now."


    If he came to the office, Rachel was afraid that her colleagues would ask questions again. She


    greeted one of her colleagues and stepped into the elevator going down. As soon as she walked


    past the hospital gate, she saw Jack leaning against a ck car, ying with his mobile phone with


    his head down.


    True enough, he changed the Land Rover and was now driving a Porsche with a low chassis.


    Rachel walked slowly to him and asked in a low voice, "Couldn''t you wait for me to get home after


    work?"


    Jack smiled and said nothing. He just took her hand and said, "Sit here."


    She nced at the open passenger door, thinking that they were about to go on a ride. She was


    about to walk towards it when Jack gently took her by the shoulders and rearranged her to sit with


    her feet on the ground outside of the car.


    She was baffled. ''What is he trying to do now?'' She was about to verbalize the question when Jack


    ce a finger over his lips, with a look saying that he was attempting to seem mysterious. Then, he


    turned around and opened the door of the back seat. He took out a shoe box from the pile, opened


    it, and ced the box in front of her. He asked gently, "Do you like this style of shoes?"


    "You bought them?" Rachel asked, stunned.


    Jack nodded. He saw her frown and unmoved expression and thought that she did not like the


    shoes. He took out another box and asked, "How about this one?"


    Her expression remained unchanged so he kept presenting her with pairs. Not knowing whether to


    laugh or cry, Rachel asked him, "Jack, how many pairs of shoes did you buy?"


    "Not that many, just six pairs." Jack took out all six shoe boxes from the car and ced them on the


    ground in front of Rachel. "Choose which pair you want to wear today. If you don''t like them, I''ll go


    back to the shopping mallter and buy more for you."


    ''Buy more?''


    Afraid that he would actually do it, Rachel shook her head and pointed at one pair of white ts.


    "That one. Put away the rest." Meanwhile, several people who were going to the hospital stopped


    and looked at them.


    They probably thought that Jack was peddling shoes-from a Porsche, no less-and that Rachel was


    buying.


    She was kind of regretting how she didn''t ask for them to meet up in a less-crowded spot. The sight


    that they provided was a little embarrassing.


    Jack half-squatted in front of her, took off her shoes, and then slipped her feet into the brand new


    pair of t shoes. Afterwards, he dusted off his palms and looked down at her feet with a rxed


    expression on his face. "We can put away your high-heeled shoes for now, and you can wear them


    after giving birth to the baby."


    "Whatever," Rachel said with an eye roll, but the corners of her mouth twitched up. She stood up,


    wanting to return to her office now.


    Jack took hold of her hands and said, "I need to deal with something in thepany this afternoon,


    so I may bete in picking you up. Just wait for me in the office, okay?"


    "You don''t have to," Rachel said lightly while withdrawing her hands from Jack''s sp. "I can go


    home by myself."


    After saying that, she headed straight for the elevator. Looking down at her shoes, she felt touched,


    hopeful, and somewhat shy. As soon as stepped into the office, a sharp-eyed colleague noticed the


    shoes on Rachel''s feet and said in surprise, "Rachel, did you just go to a mall and buy this pair of


    shoes? They look really nice!"


    Rachel smiled awkwardly. ''What should I say?


    That my child''s father was worried when he saw me wearing a pair of low heels, so he specially


    bought a pair of t shoes and went to the hospital so I could change into them?''


    If she said so, her colleagues might think that they were showing off their love. After all, if she were


    being honest with herself, she was a little touched by Jack''s thoughtfulness.


    That afternoon, Rachel lost the desire to work. Sitting alone in the office, she recalled how Jack


    pulled out each box, one after the other, and presented the shoes to her. She couldn''t help the smile


    that lifted up the corners of her mouth. He looked a little silly and cute, a look which was a marked


    departure from his usual shrewd and indifferent appearance. It was adorable.


    Byparison, she made no progress with what she was doing.


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