My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 42

Seeing that Celine was brutally ignored, they couldn't help but let a triumph course through them.

The party didn't end until 10 o'clock in the evening. Francis came to the main hall with Wendy. And Jack and Rachel came to bid them farewell.

Francis sent them to the first floor. After saying goodbye, Rachel figured there was something amiss about Wendy's behavior. On top of that, her eyes were slightly red and her lips were a little swollen.

Her hair was disheveled, and the diamond necklace around her neck was nowhere to be found. Instantly, Rachel realized that Francis must have done something to her.

But she thought it was best to let it go. She didn't want to interfere in other people's matters. Flowever, before she turned out, Wendy opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something. Yet in an instant, she closed it. Doubt and hesitancy were written all over her face.

Now curiosity had gotten the best of Rachel. She looked at Wendy, curled her lips and said, "Miss Wen, by the way, about what I asked you before..."

Wendy was a little surprised. "What?"

Rachel stepped forward and asked Francis, "Francis, can I borrow your fiancee?"

Francis had no reason to refuse. Fie replied ■3

jokingly, "Just don't sell her."

Wendy followed Rachel.

After walking a few steps, Rachel suddenly remembered that Jack was near them. She looked back and said to the man, "You go first. I need to have a talk with Miss Wen."

He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you there."

Francis took out a cigarette from the pack and lay it between his lips. Then he lowered his head and lit the cigarette.

Rachel and Wendy didn't go far. With a hesitant expression, Wendy suddenly grabbed her hand and whispered with excitement, "Rachel, how did you know

I was trying to stop you?"

It took a great deal of effort for Wendy to finish her sentence.

'I myself don't know how I figured it out. Perhaps it's because I've seen so many thirsty eyes like Wendy's in the hospital. They seem to be pleading for help,' Rachel thought. Rachel, on glancing at Wendy, had realized she wanted to say something to her. There was an obvious helplessness and anxiety in Wendy's eyes earlier.

In an instant, Rachel felt sympathy for her. This led her to make her mind. She wanted to know what was wrong with her.

'I don't know why I want to help Wendy. After all, I don't like to handle others' business,' Rachel thought. ■3

Wendy said to Rachel,

"Rachel, I know what I am going to ask is going to come across as too much. But please don't refuse my request. Tell my brother not to interfere in the matters of the Wen family anymore."

The girl's eyes became a little red and her voice was very low. Rachel had to strain her ears to hear it. "Let him stay out of it. Ask him to go back," she whispered.

Wendy repeated it over and over again, as if to say to herself, "Stay out of this, go back."

Rachel was slightly stunned. She had an intuition that this matter was not simple, but at the same time, she couldn't do anything to squeeze the information out of Wendy. Instead of asking anything, she merely nodded her head.

A light smile played on Wendy's lips. "Thank you, Rachel, thank you!"

"You're welcome." Rachel had some concerns. Her lips slightly moved, but she still didn't ask anything.

A few days later, Rachel regretted her silence. Since she had decided to interfere, she should have asked a few more questions. Perhaps Wendy would have spilled it out.

All in all, the engagement party was quite weird. Rachel was thinking about it as she walked towards the parking lot.

Neither Wendy's parents nor Francis' parents had shown up for the engagement party. They had only invited some friends. Logically speaking, they should not be so rash. Cheng family had built a ■3

name and reputation in the Ninwell City, but as for Wen family, Rachel did not know much.

Now, Rachel looked back and contemplated the matter. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to it, but now slowly things were clicking, falling into place. She had to agree that the function was luxurious. However, they hadn't even had an engagement card. On top of that, there was no engagement ceremony. It was more like a party and lacked the seriousness of a sacred relationship.

'There were no family, no ceremony, no fireworks, no cake.'

Rachel's mind was bombarded with questions that needed answering. Lost in thoughts, she realized she didn't have her cellphone with her.

The parking lot hotel was underground. So if the car boy would drive the car, Jack wouldn't go down there. But when Rachel just walked two steps towards the elevator, she heard a woman, who was crying her heart out as she put forth so many questions.

The voice sounded familiar. When Rachel turned her head, she saw Celine, coming out of nowhere and stretching out her arms to stop a man.

Her makeup, which was even more disheveled than her dress, was washed away by her tears. Her face was like a color palette which was too horrible to look at.

However, she had no time to care about her appearance at the moment. She rushed into Jack's arms and stood in front of him. Her cheeks were flushed red as she scolded, "Are you going to ■3

abandon me?"

There was indifference in Jack's eyes. And he made no effort to reply.

When Celine saw his face, she reached on the verge of desperation. She asked again, "Do you plan on abandoning me?"

"Stop it. You are drunk," he said, smartly dodging her question.

"I'm not drunk!" Celine contradicted him in a loud voice. "I have done a lot for you yet you dare to ignore me! How could you do that? So, are you going to leave me? Give me an answer!"

Standing not far away, Rachel witnessed the scene with a frown. Even now, she couldn't understand what sort of a person Jack was. It was beyond her why he tolerated this ridiculous thing!

Celine put down her hand, took a step back, and said with tears, "Okay, okay. Since you won't answer me, I gather my suspicion is right. I know that you've always been playing with me!"

He frowned and couldn't maintain his cool anymore. His eyes were brimming with anger. He grabbed the woman in front of him and pursed his lips saying, "Go back and leave with me, Celine. Don't create trouble for me here."

"I'm not creating trouble for you!" Celine struggled to get rid of the man, and said with hatred, "Don't think I will stay around crying for you. If you don't want me, I will go find someone else! I'll sleep with him! Marry him! Have a baby with him! Mmmph..."

Fury finally burst out from his eyes. Without ■3 Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

giving her any time to react, he pulled her into his arms and rested his head on her shoulder. His strong arms were wrapped around her body.

When this scene was unraveling, the car boy just drove out of the garage and got out. He was obviously at a loss of words after having seen the scene in front of him. He didn't know if he had to wait or just walk over.

However, right when he was having a mental debate, Jack caught sight of him. Restlessly, he came over to him, snatched the car keys from his hand and opened the car door. He nudged Celina to sit inside and went to the driver's seat.

Celine's face was covered with tears, but she didn't struggle or make any attempt to disobey. She just stared at Jack, with tears oozing out.

"Stop crying!" Jack warned, clenching his jaw.

Rachel silently watched the whole thing happen. Jack was so engulfed in fury that he didn't take any notice of her presence.

Celine's presence had made him completely forgot about her.

Rachel did not say anything to stop him either. Looking at Jack's car driving away, she was stunned for a moment. She wondered what she would do without her bag or phone. 'Am I supposed to take a taxi?' she thought.

Then, another issue popped in her head. She wondered how she would do what Wendy had asked her to do. To start with, she didn't have the slighted idea as to how Vincent was.

Rachel could only seek for Vincent's contact ■3

information through Jack. Even then, it wouldn't be advisable to abruptly warn him. After all, she was a stranger to him.

'Apparently, Wendy doesn't want anyone else to know about it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specially asked me to pass the word,' Rachel reasoned.

Rachel walked to the roadside. It was cold spring night. She covered her bare arms and remembered that she had put her coat in Jack's car.

'Oh God!' She felt like an idiot for putting herself in this situation. She should at least have asked Jack to arrange someone to send her back.

Rachel walked along the road in a daze. The hotel was located in a suburban area instead of the bustling street. And it was not far away from a holiday resort.

People liked holding parties here as the environment was quiet and refined. Moreover, it was a large resort that could take in hundreds of people.

With all these advantages, there was one disadvantage. And that was the fact that very few cars seemed to pass by this place. The road was calm and empty. Rachel was certain she would never

find a taxi here.

Rachel stood there, frozen in her spot. The hotel had been quite hot because of the heater, and now here it was extremely cold. The sudden shift in temperature wasn't easy to take.

When she was hesitating whether to return to the hotel for help, two lights suddenly lit up behind her. ■3

Rachel heard the whistling of a car horn and stepped aside. She turned around and saw a BMW slowly driving over. It stopped beside her. The window at the driver's seat was rolled down and a man's handsome face appeared in front of her.

"Ms. Shen, do you need me to give you a ride? It's difficult to call a taxi here."

It was Vincent. After long hours of trouble, Rachel felt like saved.

Rachel thanked him profusely and went to open the door of the passenger seat.

The central heating was working in the car. Rachel hugged herself and then began to rub her hands against each other. Vincent was driving smoothly and didn't ask her why she was there.

Maybe he had seen what happened today and figured it would embarrass her.

"Ms. Shen, where do you live?"

he asked, bringing Rachel back from her reverie. She told him the name of the community. It was obvious that Vincent was not familiar with the location of this community which had been constructed just a few years ago. He turned on the navigation bar.