Lucas had purchased the Transformer for Mendes as a reward for his good behavior, which made him
surprised and very happy.
The saleswoman smiled brightly after they finished paying the bill. Rachel hesitated for a moment and
asked, "How is the woman stirring up trouble?"
The saleswoman's smile disappeared and she shook her head. "I don't know either." She glanced back
at the cashier and began to count the bills.
Rachel nodded while Lucas said sympathetically, "It's normal for children to be naughty sometimes.
Children must be taught to be obedient. It was unfair that she made things difficult for your colleague."
The saleswoman was a little surprised at what he said. Most customers would were always under the
impression that they were right. She still nodded and replied, "Thank you very much for your
consideration. I will pass this on to our shop manager."
Lucas nodded.
Mendes just stared at them, oblivious to what had happened.
The saleswoman smiled once again and handed them their purchased items. "Take care! Thank you
for shopping here! We hope you come back again!"
Since Lucas was in charge of carrying the bags, Rachel decided to hold Mendes' hand. After exiting
the story, Mendes was once again easily distracted by the mall's surroundings.
Rachel still had doubts when they were going upstairs to the restaurant for dinner. "What made you so
enthusiastic to help the saleswoman?" she asked.
Rachel grimaced. She didn't really know how to express herself or find the appropriate words to
describe Lucas' unusual enthusiasm.
She didn't take it seriously before. She had thought the customer was bullying the saleswoman and
that he couldn't bear it. But when she was about to leave, Lucas even told another saleswoman that
they shouldn't make it difficult for the saleswoman, which confused her.
Lucas had always been a man of a few words, but now he acted so kind-hearted.
Lucas understood what she meant. However, he didn't answer her immediately as Mendes' meal was
served.
Lucas carefully helped the child set up his tableware first before explaining, "When I went out for the
training, I encountered something like that."
Lucas noticed that Mendes' sleeves wasn't rolled up, so he raised his hand to smooth them for him.
"What do you mean?" Rachel felt that there was some story behind what he was trying to say. "Was
that why you helped that employee?"
"Well, it's basically the same thing." Lucas recalled and he touched his forehead gently. He forced a
smile and said, "At that time, I didn't stand up because I thought it was none of my business. But later
on, something happened and I began to regret not helping others."
Rachel could not figure out what made Lucas regret his actions. But she stopped asking after getting
the hint that he didn't want to explain in detail.
After the dishes were served, they began to eat in silence.
It made her feel uneasy. There seemed to be a deeper meaning in the story he was trying to tell. Her
instinct told her that it had something to do with him taking care of Mendes.
After dinner, Lucas sent her home before taking Mendes back with him.
And it was a long time later that Rachel realized the type of love he had encountered in the story.
Only then did Rachel understand why Lucas would help take care of Mendes temporarily.
As soon as Jack opened the door to Celine's house, he smelled the stench of the booze. His nose
scrunched up in disgust and his brows were knitted tightly.
Following the smell, he entered the living room, finding empty bottles all over the place. His face
darkened. He quickly went towards the bedroom and upon opening the door, he saw Celine lying down
on the bed, drunk.
Hearing the sound of the door open, she opened her eyes. She saw Jack and greeted him with a silly
smile. "Hi, you're here!"
Seeing her as drunk as a mule, Jack frowned. He sighed with displeasure. "Why are you drinking
again?"
Celine closed her eyes, pretending not to hear him. But, Jack shouted aggressively, "Get up!"
Celine narrowed her eyes at Jack and angrily retorted, "Leave me alone! Get out!"
Jack sneered, "If you wanted me to get out, then why did you call me?"
Celine chuckled and pulled herself up on the bed. Her face was flushed and her eyes were red. "You
came as I told! I've asked for you to divorce her for such a long time! When are you going to push
through with it?"
Her voice was sharp, harsh, and cold. Tears began to stream from her eyes. She turned her head,
covered her face, and began to sob.
With a stiff face, Jack stood in front of the bed, saying nothing. He fixed his eyes on the dark-colored
bed sheet. Sighing, he shook his head, tired. "Why do you always bother yourself with this matter?
How many times do I have to prove to you who is in my heart?"
Celine continued crying.
Jack felt tired. He thought she would be content with everything that he had given her. But it seemed
that she would never be happy until he divorced Rachel.
He had registered marriage with Rachel before Celine showed up. Although their marriage was just a
fake one, they couldn't be divorced without Jonathan's permission. Besides, he had told Celine that he
would marry her once he divorced Rachel.
But Celine didn't believe that, and it was always something that they quarreled about.
He endured all of it, hoping that one day Celine would understand, and stop torturing him with it.
It was tiring to argue about the same thing over and over again. At this point, his father's proposal didn't
sound too bad.
Apart from anything else, Jack thought it would be good for them to at least stay away from each other
for some time. That way, Celine wouldn't be so troublesome.
Jack stood for a while and did not go up to comfort her. When her sob gradually faded away, he said, "I
have something to do. I'll see you again tomorrow."
Just as he was about to walk through the door, Celine rushed over and hugged him from behind.
Suppressing her sobs, she pleaded, "Don't go!"
In a calm manner, Jack pried her hands off his waist and said, "We will talk when you are sober."
"I'm not as drunk as you think! I'm very sober!" she retorted. "You have no idea what had happened to
me! You are too annoyed with me now, Jack! But please, don't leave me."
She leaned her face against his back, sobbing. "Jack! Please! Why aren't you asking what happened to
me? Ask me why I drank wine! Don't you want to know what happened? How could you do this to me?"
Jack was a little stunned, not expecting her outcry. However, he still pulled her hands off his body and
firmly said, "Clean yourself first. Then, we can talk."
"No way! I know you will leave as soon as I go to the bathroom."
"No, I won't go," Jack said patiently. "We'll talk about it once you are cleaned up. I don't want to talk to
you with the smell of alcohol all over your body."
"Okay," Celine replied reluctantly. She released her hands and went into the bathroom.
She stared at her reflection. She was disgusting, her hair was messy and her tears were black from her
mascara. She looked so pitiful.
But that was a good sign. The more pitiful she looked, the more sympathetic Jack would be to her.
What mattered was that Jack stayed here and that he would listen to her explanation. After she finished
cleaning, she looked much calmer than before.
He sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside him. "Sit down and tell me, what's going on? Why did
you drink?"
Celine leaned towards him and put her arms around him. "Don't talk to me in such a haughty tone. I'm
not your subordinate," she snapped.
Jack took a deep breath and patiently said, "Alright. But I need an explanation. Why did you drink?
What did you promise me before? You promised me that you wouldn't drink anymore. But you broke
your promise. How can I trust you again?"
Celine lowered her lashes to hide the instant flurry in her eyes. Her soft body stiffened for a moment.
She looked at him and began to caress his arm, whispering, "I'm sorry, I broke my promise. I drank
because I was in a bad mood."
She sighed and loosened her grip on his arm, reaching out for a pillow instead. Her eyes brimmed with
tears as she stated, "I don't want to drink it either. But this afternoon I ran into someone. And she said
some mean things to me."
She leaned against the pillow. Her eyes were slightly red and she looked so weak and helpless, which
made Jack feel sorry for her.
He reached for the pillow and pulled her into his arms. He sighed deeply, "Who did you meet and what
did she say to you?"
Leaning against his chest, Celine played his clothes and lowered her eyes to conceal her true
emotions. "I met Rachel in a shop this afternoon. She and I had a confrontation with one another.
Something unpleasant happened between us."
"Rachel?" Jack's eye widened, surprise laced in his voice. "What happened?"
"There was a naughty child in the shop. He was holding a toy gun that was filled with paint. When he
walked past me, he threw the gun in my direction, making my dress dirty. I was so angry at him
because the dress got stained. When I started scolding him, I surprisingly ran into Rachel. She didn't
know what was happening and probably misunderstood me. She said mean words to me."
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