Chapter 462 Her Right Eyelid Twitched


    "Then why did youe 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 re, 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 tly, "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 ofmotion 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 the gauze on with one hand."


    Upon returning to her room, Rachel sat heavily on the edge of her bed, her hand pressed against


    her chest. She could feel her heart racing, but her elevated pulse had nothing to do with romantic


    feelings or anxiety or even embarrassment. No, it was none of that: it was, in fact, a deep feeling of


    unease that was now squeezing the air out of her.


    The feeling wasn''t new to her. She could still vaguely remember the first time she felt it, a few days


    before her wedding ceremony with Jack.


    Back then, she hadn''t taken it seriously. She had brushed it off, only to learn the truth behind her


    parents'' death on the day of the wedding. This time, the feeling of dread coursing through her was


    worse than the one she had felt before the wedding. A lot worse.


    Was something bad going to happen?


    Rachel bit her lip. Her right eyelid, which had only just returned to normal a few moments ago, had


    started twitching again. She reached for the eye drops on the bedside table and squeezed a few


    drops into her right eye. She shut her eyes, feeling much better, but when she opened them, her


    right eyelid began to twitch again.


    As the saying went, "If your left eyelid twitches, you''ll have good fortune. If your right eyelid


    twitches, a disaster awaits you." The old Rachel would have scoffed at such unscientific nonsense,


    but after what happened at her wedding, she had begun to believe in it. The fact that she had


    somehow broken a cup that night and identally injured Jack with it did not help her rapidly


    fraying nerves. These were all bad omens, and she was certain something terrible was about to


    happen.


    Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, which was followed by Jack''s low voice.


    "Rachel, may Ie in?"


    Before Rachel could reply, Jack had already opened the door and stepped inside. The corner of


    Rachel''s mouth twitched. "You came in without waiting for my reply. Why did you even bother


    asking?"


    Jack smiled. "I made you another ss of milk. It''s nice and warm, drink it quickly before it gets


    cold."


    "Put it on the table. I''ll drink it before I go to bed." Although her voice was calm and aloof, Rachel


    couldn''t help stealing a look at Jack''s injured hand. "Is it still bleeding?"


    "No, the bleeding stopped." Jack was caught off -guard by her concern. The smile on his face


    turned into an expression of unconcealed surprise.


    There was a moment of silence as Rachel considered what to say next. Finally, she gave in and


    said, "Well, don''t forget to keep your hand dry when you take a showerter."


    "I know."


    Jack''s expression of surprise had, at that very moment, transformed into a goofy, silly grin. He


    couldn''t help it: all the disappointment and frustration he had carried within him had melted away.


    Jack rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. How could he have forgotten? He had always known


    that under the frosty, no-nonsense exterior, Rachel was a sweet, gentle soul inside. Somehow, he


    had forgotten who he was dealing with and had truly believed that Rachel meant what she had said


    downstairs. He had believed she did not care about him, and had been on the brink of giving up. He


    mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. Rachel, on the other hand, was still worried about what


    her twitching eyelid might mean. She was so worried about it she spent the next three days thinking


    about it. Time seemed to slow to a torturous crawl as she considered all the possible disasters


    waiting to happen, and by the end of the third day she felt as though three weeks had passed.


    But the days had passed uneventfully. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Life had gone on


    as usual, and she had not heard of any bad news.


    When she was finally convinced that everything was fine, Rachel let out a sigh of relief. She


    inwardly berated herself for being so


    superstitious; her eyelid had probably twitched because she hadn''t gotten enough rest.


    She was a doctor. She knew perfectly well that it was normal for eyelids to twitch from time to time.


    Why had she jumped to superstitious conclusions? As a doctor, she really should have known


    better.


    She was reflecting on this when Jack, who was driving her to work, caught her smiling from the


    corner of his eyes. He asked slowly, "What is it? You seem to be in a good mood today."


    "You think so? Well, maybe." Rachel awkwardly scratched at an itch on her earlobe as she tried to


    think of an excuse. "I was just thinking that tomorrow is the weekend, which means I''ll finally get to


    have a good rest. That''s a good enough reason to be in a good mood, don''t you think?" "Of course.


    I feel the same way." Jack reached over and held her hand, silently counting to himself. He got all


    the way to twenty before she wriggled out of his grip. But he didn''t mind in the least. In fact, his lips


    curved into a smile as he reminded her with augh, "Wait for me in your office when you get off


    work. I''ll pick you up."


    "Okay." Rachel nodded.


    A look of pure adoration shed across Jack''s usually cool and indifferent eyes as he watched


    Rachel enter the hospital. It was a huge step forward for him: he had managed to hold her hand for


    a full twenty seconds before she pulled her hand away.


    Two days ago, he had tried to hold her hand, but she had freed herself from his grasp within ten


    seconds.


    Jack had realized that, when it came to Rachel, every moment of happiness with her was precious


    to him, no matter how small and trivial they seemed to other people.


    Rachel was walking towards the elevator in the hospital lobby when a female voice rang out, clear


    as a bell, from behind her. "Rachel?"


    Rachel stopped. She turned to look, and saw a figure sprinting towards her from the hospital


    entrance. It was Anna. She stopped beside Rachel, gasping for breath, before grabbing Rachel''s


    arm and practically shouting into her ear, "Oh wow, what a coincidence! I didn''t think I''d bump into


    you today."


    "Aren''t you getting married tomorrow?" Rachel smiled awkwardly as she carefully extracted her arm


    from Anna''s eager clutch.


    She wasn''t even half as intimate with Lea, and it made her deeply ufortable now to have a


    ssmate she hadn''t seen for over ten years behaving in such a touchy-feely manner.


    Anna lifted a hand to her face and rubbed the spot between her eyebrows awkwardly. But she was


    undeterred; within a second her lips had widened into a grin again. "Oh, well, my stomach has been


    acting funny today so I thought I''d better drop in to see a doctor. But forget that, you and Lea


    absolutely have to be at my wedding tomorrow. Many of our ssmates from junior high will be


    there. It''ll be like a ss reunion, there''ll be so many things to talk about!


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    Rachel''s lips twitched. To be perfectly honest, the thought of attending Anna''s wedding had never


    even crossed her mind. She was simply not interested in going, but she couldn''t very well tell Anna


    that, not when the excited bride-to -be was looking at her with sparkling eyes.


    After a moment''s deliberation, Rachel resigned herself to the age-old tactic of using a white lie.


    "Sorry, but I have to work tomorrow. I can''t attend your wedding. But don''t worry, I''ll be sure to send


    my blessings and a red packet as a wedding gift." Anna frowned as she gave Rachel a quick pat on


    the shoulder. "You make it sound like I''m only inviting you to my wedding because I want your


    money. Come on, I thought this would be a good opportunity for us to reconnect and catch up with


    our former ssmates."


    "Oh, yes, sure." Rachel nodded awkwardly as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She


    was convinced that she had seeded in weaseling out of attending the wedding and was about to


    excuse herself when a colleague suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He ced an anxious hand


    on Rachel''s shoulder as he asked, "Rachel, are you free tomorrow? I was supposed to work


    tomorrow but something''se up, so I thought maybe I could swap shifts with you."


    "Actually, I think I''m supposed to work tomorrow too," Rachel said awkwardly.


    Under normal circumstances, she would have dly helped him out, but she had just told Anna that


    she would be working tomorrow. She had to turn him down, for the sake of her lie.


    The look of desperation on her colleague''s face deepened. He said hurriedly, "I just checked the


    roster. You don''t have to work tomorrow or the day after."


    Rachel''s lips twitched. "1-1 see... Well, in that case..."


    Before Rachel could finish her sentence, Anna, who had been standing nearby the entire time


    listening to their conversation,ughed brightly. "Oh, wonderful! I''m sorry, but she can''t swap shifts


    with you. I''m getting married tomorrow, and she''ll be attending my wedding."


    "Oh..." Rachel''s colleague shook his head helplessly. "I guess I''ll have to ask our other colleagues,


    then."


    Rachel nodded in reply, feeling a little sheepish. It was embarrassing to have been caught red-


    handed in her own lie.


    She mentally kicked herself. She should have known better than to use such a flimsy excuse in the


    first ce.


    Anna''s seductive lips curved into a smile. Sheughed merrily and said, "All right, so you''reing


    to my wedding and that''s that. Don''t forget 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 urred 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. Author''s note


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