Chapter 155
Chapter 155
If Jack didn't have a past with Celine, Rachel would probably fall for his handsomeness.
She subconsciously caressed his dark eyebrows and his eyes. Then her finger slowly ran down to his pointed nose and to his thin lips.
As soon as her fingertip landed on his lips, Jack opened his mouth and bit it. He was already staring at her with a smile.
Rachel blushed but she didn't dare to pull her finger. She just said angrily in a low voice, "Let go."
But he closed his eyes again. It was as if he didn't hear anything.
Rachel's index finger was still stuck in his mouth and he even bit it a little tighter.
"Jack!" He still pretended not to hear her.
The rain outside served as a background music to this romantic moment.
"If you don't let go of my finger now, I will never forgive you," Rachel warned.
He pretended to be sleeping.
"You are so childish!"
Jack's lips moved slightly and licked her finger.
Rachel was stunned for a moment. What he did made her hair stood up on the back of her neck. "Are you a dog?" she asked angrily.
When she hurriedly pulled her index finger, Jack burst into laughter.
His eyes were shining brightly. He was undeniably in love.
Rachel felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. She was about to move away from him, but Jack suddenly held her tight. "I'm just kidding. Don't be angry, alright? Let me just hug you a little longer," he said with a wide grin.
"Will your stomachache go away if you hold me like this?" Rachel asked in disgust.
Unfortunately, Jack was so thick-skinned that he answered resolutely, "Yes, it will."
"You..."
But Jack only chortled. Rachel's brow furrowed as she asked, "What's so funny?"
"You're cute."
His voice became a little hoarse and it sounded so sweet to her ears.
When Rachel looked at him, his deep eyes were also staring at her. Then she felt his grip loosened.
She heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Jack had already let go of her. But she almost jumped when she heard the car door was closed with a bang. His longing eyes were staring at her earnestly. Before she could say anything, he leaned over and kissed her ear. His warm breath tickled her. She shivered as her face turned crimson red all over.
The rain was getting heavier outside. The sound of raindrops from the garage made the
atmosphere more intimate.
Outside of the window, the bamboos were dancing freely in the wind. As the wind blew, their leaves seemed to be peeping on the window from time to time.
After taking a shower, Jack went out of the guest room. He looked totally different from his pale and dispirited look a moment ago.
He was only wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his upper body was totally naked. As water dripped from his hair down to his well-shaped chest, he looked very sexy.
On his way to the other room, he wiped his hair with another towel to dry it.
The door of the other room was shut. He was sure that Rachel hadn't come out yet.
With sparkling eyes and a bright smile on his face, he knocked on the door.
Knock! Knock!
There was no response from the inside.
Knock! Knock!
It was still quiet. Jack thought that she must be deliberately hiding inside so he continued to knock.
After a few minutes, the door opened.
Obviously, she had just taken a shower as well because the moment she opened the door, the smell of her body wash filled Jack's nostrils.
Before Rachel could say anything, he said, "I'm hungry." Her face still looked sullen. She felt like she was tricked just a while ago.
Since she was still in a bad mood, she answered stiffly, "There's food in the kitchen. Go ahead and cook for yourself."
Jack smiled helplessly. He seemed to have frightened the little snail and it was retracting back to her shell again.
"But I still have a stomachache. How can I move in the kitchen?"
Rachel had never expected that Jack would be really impervious. She couldn't help looking at him up and down. Her eyes caught his well- defined chest and his firm abdominal muscles.
As her eyes reached the white towel covering his lower part, she turned her head hastily. Recalling what had happened just now, her face turned red and hot.
She was about to close the door but Jack hastily grabbed her hand and pulled her out.
"Hey!" Rachel gasped in astonishment. She was not able to resist his domineering strength so he was pulled out in an instant.
"Jack!" This time, she was really furious. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
But Jack just ignored it.
He looked into her eyes and pleaded, "Can you make some noodles for me?"
'You bastard!1 Rachel cursed inwardly. She wanted to push him away but his grip was too tight. And the warmth of his touch was also troubling her mind.
Panic and anxiety were not enough to explain what she was feeling right now.
This man wasn't even giving her any space to breathe. He was so overbearing that she could not resist.
Her mind was busy thinking of ways to get rid of him when she felt his grip loosen.
When she looked up to him, he put on a disappointed and pitiful look on his handsome face.
With his downcast eyes, he pressed his stomach and said, "Never mind. I'll just do it myself."
Jack turned and walked away. But as his pitiful look lingered in her mind, Rachel suddenly felt regretful. She called him, "Jack."
Thin mist slowly covered the lid of the pot as the water boiled.
The noodles were dancing in the boiling water happily as Rachel stirred them gently. She then sprinkled some minced meat when they were almost cooked.
After making sure that the noodles were ready and the taste was good, she prepared some vegetables in another pot and simmered them a little.
When everything was ready, she poured enough amount of noodles into a bowl and placed the meat and vegetables on top. She also sprinkled some green onions to garnish it.
People with keen taste for noodles would definitely not like what she prepared.
She even despised herself for preparing such a bland noodle soup. Perhaps Jack would also lose his appetite after he tasted it.
But thinking about Jack's stomachache again, she decided that the tasteless noodles would be better for him.
Being concern to him seemed to be a good excuse for her lame cooking.