Eric huffed in anger. If he had known that Jack would do this to him, he wouldn't have been so
arrogant.
Rachel, of course, had heard the noise and suspected that Eric wasn't alone.
But since there had been no response from the other end of the line for a while, she didn't know
whether to wait or hang up.
As Jack walked away from the guest room, he cast a scornful glance at the door.
When he reached a quiet place, he finally put the phone to his ear and nervously whispered, "Hey. It's
me."
Rachel froze for a moment. The man she had been waiting for had finally contacted her.
She took a deep breath and asked indifferently, "Why are you there?"
"I couldn't find you anywhere." Jack sounded upset. "My calls weren't going through to you, and you
didn't reply to any of my messages."
Rachel had a retort on the tip of her tongue, but, suddenly remembering that she had blocked Jack's
number a while ago, she swallowed her words.
"Well? Do you have anything to say to me?" she asked, changing the topic.
"Where are you going?"
Jack asked in a low voice. He sounded a little pathetic, as if he was being bullied.
However, Rachel didn't buy his act at all. "Have you settled the matter concerning Celine?" she asked
directly.
"Yes, I have," Jack replied in a hoarse voice. It seemed that he didn't even dare to speak at a normal
volume.
Rachel laughed derisively. "You can't even talk to me confidently?"
By now, she knew him well. If he spoke to her in a pitiful or flattering tone, it meant that he either felt
guilty about something or wanted something from her.
Rachel couldn't afford to let him get away with it like she usually did, so she said lightly, "What I said
that day wasn't a joke. Don't try to coax your way out of this, Jack."
She knew for a fact that this was not Jack's usual demeanor. He was just intentionally repressing his
temper and putting on a pitiful facade to get her sympathy.
In the beginning, they had cooperated with each other in a harmonious way. As a result, both of them
had been satisfied with each other. So whenever Jack approached her in this way, Rachel would
accept it happily.
But there was no need for such pretenses now.
Not everything could be solved by just joking around.
So far, she hadn't cared about the four-year relationship between Jack and Celine because until
recently, she had had nothing to do with Jack, except for being his wife on paper.
And ever since they had developed feelings for each other, she had just trusted Jack's words that he
had completely broken up with Celine.
It wasn't until she found out about the incident at the police station that night that she had realized the
truth. There was something was wrong with her relationship with Jack.
That night, she had waited for him at the hospital for such a long time only to find out that he had gone
to the police station.
Then, she had immediately rushed to the police station, filled with worry.
So when she had arrived and seen him with Celine, she had felt like she had been slapped in the face.
He had left her at the hospital and completely forgotten about her just because he had been
accompanying Celine.
Rachel didn't know if she was being too sentimental or overreacting, but she didn't care. With a sigh,
she added, "I really don't want to listen to your explanations."
Jack's voice finally returned to normal as he said, "But I don't want to explain now."
"Then what do you want?"
Rachel didn't want to discuss this while she was in public, so she hurriedly added, "Let's talk about it
later. I have to go to the security check now."
"Where are you going?"
"I have to attend a conference in the neighboring province."
"Okay. When you come back, we..." Jack paused and licked his dry lips, realizing that what he had
been about to say might sound inappropriate. Instead, he said, "I will sort it out before you come back."
'Sort it out? How?' Rachel wondered bitterly.
As long as he could not let Celine go, this problem would never be solved.
Rachel couldn't bear to have a husband who would get up and go to another woman in the midnight.
The only solution was for him to forget Celine completely.
No, there was another solution too —they could get a divorce.
In the end, she just said, "I'm running out of time. I have to hang up now."
"Okay, take care."
"I will."
Upon hearing the click of the call ending, Jack's face darkened. He clenched his fist and punched the
wall hard.
Meanwhile, Eric stomped around in the guest room, angry that he had been rudely woken up with ice
cubes.
As if that wasn't enough, that insane man, Jack, had stolen his phone and locked him inside the room.
Eric was cursing him for the fiftieth time when Jack finally unlocked the door and walked in.
"Hey! Why did you..." Eric stood up and began,
but Jack immediately handed the phone back to him, silencing his complaints.
"Here you are," Jack said with a gloomy expression.
"Okay," Eric replied blankly.
"I'm sorry for waking you up. You can continue to sleep. I'm leaving now."
'This guy seems to have suffered a heavy blow,' Eric thought. Out loud, he said, "Wait a minute."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Eric looked Jack up and down, and then squinted at him while rubbing his chin. "Well... did someone do
something to you?"
Jack was embarrassed, but he didn't let it show on his face. "You're just a child; you won't understand
all these grown-up matters. Go to sleep."
Eric huffed angrily. "I'm not a child! You can't insult me like this."
"Hmm? Just sleep. Don't make trouble for Rachel while she's away."
"What do you mean? I'm not the one who had a fight with her!" Eric retorted.
Jack rubbed his throbbing temples impatiently. "Don't talk too much. Just mind your own business. I'm
leaving."
As Jack walked away, Eric hurriedly shouted, "If you need any help, just tell me."
Jack almost stopped and turned around, feeling elated at the offer.
But then Eric continued, "I will definitely screw things up for you. Don't worry!"
Jack continued walking away, pursing his lips in annoyance. If Eric was not Rachel's cousin, he would
definitely have beaten him to a pulp!
Meanwhile, in the neighboring province
It was a sunny day, and the bright morning light sprinkled onto the ground. The roads were surrounded
by lines of trees and other greenery, which cast a shade of cool air.
Rachel stepped out with her colleagues that morning, feeling refreshed.
"How can you think it's going to rain in this weather? Are you sure the weather forecast is right?" asked
Holley Ye, one of the doctors from the pediatric department.
Rachel raised her head and saw that the sky was covered by a thin layer of cotton clouds. Instead of
arguing, she just passively replied, "Maybe."
"I don't think so,"
Holley said defiantly.
Rachel smiled but didn't say anything. Soon, they reached the conference room.
About half an hour later, the situation changed completely. Thick dark clouds gradually covered the sky,
and at the same time, harsh wind began blowing everywhere.
The howling of the wind outside was so loud that it attracted the attention of the people indoors. They
all turned and looked out the window.
With the clouds blocking the sun, the whole city looked dim all of a sudden, as if it was already evening.
This sudden change of weather in such a short time surprised everyone.
However, Rachel didn't care much about it. After all, she had brought her umbrella along with her.
Before she had left this morning, Eric had told her that it would rain, so she had specially checked the
local weather report after arriving and learned that it was indeed predicted to rain today.
On the other hand, Holley, who had borderline ridiculed Rachel's decision to bring an umbrella, was
annoyed to see the cloudy sky. "Is it really going to rain? Oh, my God! I didn't bring an umbrella with
me," she said, her face full of chagrin.
Rachel turned to her while playing with the pen in her hand. "I have one with me," she reminded Holley.
As if having no memory of the conversation earlier, Holley excitedly reached out and grasped Rachel's
slender wrist. "You are so prophetic!" she praised.
Everyone who had been with them earlier curled their lips and sneered silently.
It was obvious that someone didn't know how to plan ahead.
Rachel gently brushed off Holley's hand and smiled.
At that moment, it finally began raining. It seemed that the weather in this city could be highly
capricious.
The host of the conference was the president of the local health department. Seeing that everyone was
surprised to see the change of weather, he paused for a moment and explained to them with a smile,
"This is nothing. It will get even worse. But don't worry too much. Rains come quickly, but they also
leave just as quickly, especially in the summer."
He was right. Just moments later, the rain intensified, splattering against the window panes.
Rachel was absorbed in taking notes when suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen
and saw a familiar name pop up.
After her previous phone conversation with Jack, she had unblocked his number again. This time, she
had received a message from him saying, "It's raining."
For a second, she felt dazed. She looked out of the window subconsciously, as if looking for him
outside.
But realizing that Jack couldn't be here, she shook her head and laughed at herself.
Then, she turned her focus back to the conference. Seconds later, however, her phone buzzed again.
Jack sent her another message saying. "Don't forget to carry an umbrella."
'Did he also come?' she wondered involuntarily.
But he couldn't have. Even if he had followed her to the province, he couldn't have found out where she
was exactly.
'He must be omnipotent. He knows it's going to rain even from afar,' she thought dryly.
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