My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 461 Milk Spilled



Chapter 461 Milk Spilled

Kailey sobbed. As time went, her wailing became harder. She pretended like she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. But inside her heart, she was secretly celebrating her victory.

In the living room, Jonathan was intently gazing at the book in his hand. It was a name book and contained all the best names for a newborn. His spectacles had begun to slide down from the bridge of his nose. "If it's a boy, we will name him Adrian Fu. And if it's a girl, Yvette Fu. What do you all say?" he asked, looking at the three of them.

"No!" Tracy replied instantly. "These names are too ordinary. I think it's better if we stick to the name I recommended. Moreover, it is the sort of name that will suit both girls and boys."

Jonathan frowned and snorted, disagreeing. "Do you actually think the one you recommended is good? I am warning you, people will laugh at our grandchild. Do you want everyone to mock us and call us uneducated?"

By now, Tracy was annoyed. "You are so old-fashioned! It is quite a popular name and you must be living under the rock if you haven't heard of it. Also, the way you are hunting down names from a book is ridiculous. Nobody does it these days. Forget it! Arguing with you is pointless." The two people had their own opinions, and didn't show any signs of coming to an agreement.

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She looked at Jack and saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Tracy had suggested the name Leslie saying that her close friend's grandchild had the same name. To convince them, she told them it meant the garden of hollies.

Rachel had to admit that the meaning was indeed appealing.

However, this name came across as too comical to Jonathan.

After thinking it through, Rachel realized the ones Jonathan had recommended was better. It would be odd to name a boy Leslie. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Yet she couldn't add fuel to the fire by refuting to Tracy's suggestion.

Seeing that Jonathan and Tracy were silent, Rachel smiled and turned to her mother-in-law. "The baby hasn't come out yet. It's a little too early for us to think about its name. My colleagues in the hospital didn't name their babies until they were born. We could consider baby's birth time before we finalize."

As she spoke, she observed the expression on Tracy's face. Seeing that Tracy didn't seem to agree with what she had just said, Rachel quickly added, "They said that it's better for the baby. As parents, we should do what is best for them, right?"

Hearing that it was about her grandchild, Tracy nodded and said, "Yes, it's better to match the name to its birth time."

She patted on Rachel's back and relaxed a bit. "I guess we can end this discussion here and start after the baby is born," Tracy announced.

"Okay." With a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting next to her, Jack patted her on her shoulder and said in a low voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "You have solved the problem quite smartly."

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched once again. She moved her shoulder and shook off his hand.

Seeing he was complimenting her, she felt a bit shy. She didn't want his praise.

Noticing her discomfort at being praised, Jack couldn't help but smile. Rachel hadn't officially forgiven him, but he believed everything was going to be fine in the end. Every now and then, he

would hold her hand, only to have it pushed by her. But he knew she loved him back.

"Well, it's getting late. Let's go back now." Holding his crutch, Jonathan stood up and winked at Tracy. Tracy took a look at him, nodded and followed him with a smile. When she reached near the door, she turned her head and said, "Rachel, you should go to bed early."

After spending a lot of time with Rachel in the past two days, Tracy had formed a good impression of her. And now, she couldn't help but wonder why she had an issue with Rachel in the past. She was a flawless girl.

Being calm, sensible and generous, she had everything that would make a good daughter-in-law. Tracy was convinced the Fu family couldn't have asked for a better daughter-in-law.

Moreover, her son was not good-tempered. When he was in a bad temper, he reacted without thinking. It was only because of Rachel's calm and patient nature that their marriage could work. If it had been someone else, Tracy was certain it would have ended up in divorce.

Just the thought of it put her in a gloomy mood.

Thinking about this, Tracy couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked sensing her worry.

Tracy pulled his arm and sighed. "Old man, I am lucky to have you. Without you, I am sure this Fu family wouldn't have held up. You are the glue holding us together," she said genuinely. It was nothing but the truth. Jonathan was a man who always had his temper under control. From the very beginning, he knew Rachel was the one for Jack.

Hearing this, Jonathan was stunned. Tracy wasn't the kind of woman who would lavishly give compliments. His eyes suddenly widened. First, he wanted to ask her if she was okay. But he realized it was better to not dwell on it. "Yes, " he said.

Tracy frowned at his bland response and patted him on the arm. But the second she withdrew her hand, she heard a song coming out of his mouth. It was both of their favorite song. Hearing Jonathan sing it brought a smile to her face.

Even after living together for so many years, he behaved so romantically.

Now that they had left, Rachel sat on the sofa for a while before she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Jack hurriedly asked, "Don't you want to go upstairs?"

"I'm going to make a glass of milk." Rachel raised her hand to press her right eye. Somehow, her right eyelid kept twitching after dinner.

"Let me help you." Jack followed her and walked into the kitchen quickly. He took out a glass from the cupboard, poured two spoons of milk powder and added some hot water. Then he stirred it with a spoon. The water temperature was a little high, so he gently blew it. Looking at his serious face,

Rachel couldn't help but feel love for him. She found it hard to peel her eyes off his face.

When Jack looked up, he noticed she was

gazing at him. Smiling naughtily, he deliberately asked, "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"No." Rachel turned her face from him in a

hurry. But her red ears betrayed her emotions.

Jack chuckled. One second she was cold and tough, the next second she was shy. This was what he loved about Rachel. She was all in one.

Teasing her was something he had missed doing for a while. Now that their old days were

returning, he was starting to feel happy.

When she heard his laughter, Rachel realized he was taunting her. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him angrily. But the faint flush on her face was present. With her crimson cheeks, it was hard to take her anger seriously.

"It isn't too hot anymore. Drink it." Jack handed her the glass of milk.

Rachel reached out to take it, but suddenly, with a bang, the cup fell on the floor. The milk splashed on their legs.

Reacting quickly, he pulled Rachel aside. Gazing at her wet feet, he asked, "Are you all right? Did the pieces of glass get on you? Did you burn yourself?" "The milk is not even hot. And about the glass, it hasn't reached my legs." Rachel looked at him uneasily. She didn't know why she didn't held the cup when he passed it to her.

Looking at the mess on the floor, Rachel sighed and said, "I'll go get a broom to clean this up."

"No, don't do it. Go upstairs and take a shower first. This milk is all over you. It could get sticky. Please get changed." Jack took her hand and nudged her to go upstairs. Then he went back to the kitchen, squatted down and picked up the debris on the floor with his bare hands.

Rachel turned around and stared at his back. He was meticulously working on the mess she had created.

After a while, she continued to make her way upstairs. But suddenly, she heard a muffled moan.

Although it was barely audible, Rachel's sharp ears had heard it.

She turned around and went back to the kitchen, only to find Jack pressing his right index finger. Blood began to drip on the floor. His expression told her he was in pain.

Rachel wanted to squat down, but her big belly made it impossible for her to do so. She had to bend down and hold his hand. Frowning, she said, "Get up. I'll help you deal with the wound."

"Don't worry. It's just a minor cut. I'll fix it with a band aid." Jack pretended like it was no big deal. Smiling at her, he said, "You go and take a shower first. I'm okay."

The cut was a little deep. Even now, it hadn't stopped bleeding. If anything, the flow increased. Rachel flinched seeing it. After all, it was all her fault.

In a strict tone, she said, "Jack, do you want your blood to run out and your hand to be crippled? Or will you let me see it?"

"Okay, fine." Jack nodded his head and let her inspect it.

Rolling her eyes at him, she stood up and walked to the living room. Jack followed her. Seeing her get a hold of medicine box from the cabinet, he quickly said, "I can handle it myself."

Rachel didn't answer. Instead, she put the medicine box on the tea table and ordered, "Sit down."

"Okay." He was now an obedient patient. Seeing her like this, he didn't dare to refuse. He stretched out his injured hand, frowned and let Rachel do her job. She carefully cleaned his wound with alcohol cotton, and then picked up a piece of medium-sized gauze.

After analyzing his finger, she realized the gauze was a little too big for him. Rachel rummaged through the medicine box for scissors but she couldn't find them. When she was about to stand up, Jack held her hand. He gently pulled her and fell back on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Frowning, Rachel tried to pull free from him. But after two failed attempts, she gave up.

Jack looked straight into her eyes with his dark eyes. "Rachel, are you worried about me? Is that why you came back in a hurry?"

Lowering her head, she lied, "No."

Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555


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