Rachel remembered the way Holley looked at her on the bus. It was like she was Holley's prey.
Holley stood for a while before saying embarrassingly, "Rachel, please forgive me."
"Huh? What?" Rachel pretended to be in a daze for a short while. She then put on a cold look and said
with a faint smile, "It's alright."
Holley deliberately ignored Rachel's coldness and continued to cling on her intimately.
But before she could speak again, Rachel pulled her arm away. The smile on Holley's face froze for a
few seconds, and then darkness flashed across her eyes quickly.
However, she acted to feel hurt, so when she raised her head, her eyes filled with tears.
"Rachel,
I'm sorry." Rachel opened her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry. I just don't like being so close to
anyone."
Holley had been ready to act well, but she was interrupted by what Rachel said.
She pulled her hand awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little sensitive."
"You don't have to be so cautious," Rachel said. "I don't think you should be ashamed of who you are."
Holley's eyes lit upon hearing Rachel's words. She pursed her lips without saying anything.
Over the past few days, Jack's car had frequently parked in the same location outside the house and
stayed there all night.
Even the security guards in the neighborhood were already familiar to him. At first, they were wary of
him. But when they found out that he was Rachel's husband, they no longer paid much attention to
him. However, they were just curious why he never came in.
They speculated that maybe he was banished by his wife, so he couldn't enter their home.
As what they knew, the real owner of the house was the wife.
She was the beautiful doctor but always wore a cold expression on her face. They knew that she had a
husband.
But over the years, they hadn't seen her husband coming in and out of the house.
It was only these past few days that he came here, but he was not going in.
Today, the security guard on duty went and knocked on his car window.
Seeing Jack's car being parked here so early in the morning, he wondered if he had stayed here the
whole night. The security guard was afraid that something bad might happen to him inside the car.
When the window was rolled down, the security guard felt relieved. Fortunately, the person inside the
car was alright.
Jack stared at him coldly. His fingers were tapping on the steering wheel.
The security said politely, "Mr. Fu, I am so sorry, but this is a no-parking area during the day."
Jack pursed his lips and rubbed his forehead. After hesitating for a moment, he started the car and
drove towards the villa.
It seemed that he needed to enter the house this time.
When Jack entered the villa, he saw a pair of men's shoes in the hallway.
He closed the door behind him and looked around the house. After taking a few more steps, he
accidentally kicked some cans of beer on the floor.
As he went further, he heard a familiar snore. His mouth slightly twitched as he looked up.
Jack went to the living room. He saw a man lying on the sofa with one hand on the floor. The center
table was full of empty snack pouches and bottles of beer.
He couldn't help shaking his head. If Rachel would see this, he wondered how she would react. She
would probably throw Eric outside the house in an instant.
He lived like a king in Rachel's house while she was away.
Jack walked over and picked up an empty bottle. He then poked Eric's head with it as he said, "Eric,
wake up."
Unfortunately, Eric was too drunk to wake up.
He had already raised his voice, but Eric still didn't open his eyes. Instead, he pulled a throw pillow and
covered his face.
Eric had been here for several days, and the house was in a total mess.
And since he wouldn't get up, Jack had intended to use his strength.
He believed that Eric heard him and just turned a deaf ear on him.
Now he knew how to deal with this big brat.
This time, waking him up with the ice cubes wouldn't work anymore, so Jack leaned over and gave him
a hard push. Then he whispered, "Get up, Eric. Rachel is coming back."
Eric got up in an instant and opened his eyes in a trance. Although it was obvious that he wasn't fully
awake yet, he pushed Jack and hurriedly cleaned up the table.
He swept all the trash on the table with his two hands.
Jack watched him calmly, with arms crossed in front of his chest.
When Eric finished taking all the trash from the table, he looked around nervously.
It was only then that he noticed Jack, who was standing leisurely in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment and later realized that Jack had once again fooled him.
'This bastard!' Eric thought inwardly. He was so irritated by Jack.
He couldn't accept what had just happened, so he stood up and rushed towards Jack.
Then he shouted angrily while waving his fist, "Fuck! I'll kill you, Jack!"
Eric was tall and strong, but his fist was as soft as cotton, so Jack was able to dodge him easily.
Before Eric could throw another punch, Jack had already taken control of him.
Eric and Jack were about the same size, but Jack was way stronger, so he was able to press Eric
easily.
This time, Eric boiled in anger, so he decided to use the fighting skills he had learned.
He was able to free his hand from Jack's grip using some sort of tricks. He then started to show his
fighting skills.
But Jack wasn't interested in Eric's fighting skills at all.
Besides, he could easily beat Eric even if he wouldn't use any fighting skills.
So Jack sourly pushed Eric and pressed him on the wall, saying lazily, "Stop it. I don't want to fight
you."
What Jack said angered Eric more.
He wanted to smash Jack with his bare hands. However, he just looked like a farce in Jack's eyes.
As soon as Jack loosened his grip, Eric seized the opportunity and ran away. Gnashing his teeth in
rage, he shouted, "What's wrong with you?
You came here this early morning just to wake me up?"
Eric massaged his nape and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck! If I die today, it's all because of you!"
"Sorry, it's my fault."
Jack told Eric that he was sorry.
But when Eric looked at him, he was frowning. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Jack suddenly kicked the trash and it landed on the table.
He picked up a throw pillow and shook it lightly. Some trash fell from it.
He didn't say anything, but when Eric saw what he did, he felt embarrassed.
Eric rushed to him, wanting to pick up the trash on the floor.
Jack thought that Eric was going to attack him, so he subconsciously defended himself.
However, Eric just bent down and picked up the trash, then put it into the trash can.
The house was very messy, and he felt a little embarrassed, so he quietly started to tidy up the living
room.
Jack put the throw pillow back to the sofa. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He just watched
Eric taking out a broom and a dustpan, then swept the floor.
After sweeping the floor, he took a vacuum cleaner and cleaned up the sofa.
A few moments later, the living room went back to its original look. Jack impatiently looked at his watch,
hoping that Rachel would come back sooner.
After cleaning the whole living room, Eric took the quilt and brought it upstairs to his room.
He then collected the dirty plates and glasses. The kitchen was also in a total mess.
For Eric, being in disarray was just a normal thing.
But this was Rachel's house. He could only mess up with things here because she was not around.
If Rachel came back and saw this, he would definitely be in trouble.
At half past ten, Eric had finally finished cleaning up the last pile of garbage.
Jack was just watching him impatiently.
When everything around the house looked okay, Eric collected his dirty clothes and rushed to the
laundry room. If Rachel saw his dirty clothes, she might throw them all away.
He dumped all his dirty clothes into the washing machine and pressed the start button. Now he was
completely relieved.
He leaned against the door frame, looking exhausted.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Jack squinting at him.
He turned to him and asked lazily, "What else do you want?"
Jack walked up to him and asked, "When is Rachel coming back?"
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