My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 363 A Proposal

The beaten-up young man was stunned and frightened. He knelt on the floor and kept kowtowing with tears and snot all over his face. "I only really wanted her bag at that time. I've seen it on the Internet before, and it's worth a lot of money. I really didn't want to rape her. Can you just sue me for theft?"

"Is that possible?" Jack's dark eyes gave out a cold light. He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of one of the policemen two times. "I'll leave the rest to you. Thank you for your hard work."

After that, he took Rachel's hand and walked away. In the past few nights, he unconsciously woke up from the same nightmare at an ungodly hour, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Fortunately, the thing that he feared did not happen. If it had, then he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

When she came back from Brookmount City, Rachel found something. Every night when she slept, Jack would always hold her tightly. She protested multiple times, "Jack, too tight-1 can't breathe."

He always tried to bring her closer to him and ignore her complaints, saying, "This is for your own sake, so you can feel a sense of safety." After resting at home for two days, Rachel went back to the hospital to report again. She was called into the director's office to update him on the status of the exchange meeting. Luckily, Jack had anticipated it so he asked another doctor to attend the meeting in her stead and brought back a pile of documents.

When asked about the meeting, Rachel put the pile of documents in front of the director. Seeing his satisfied nod, she realized how much she had misunderstood Jack.

She still remembered telling Jack that such an arrangement was unnecessary, but the current situation showed that he was right.

However, she would never tell Jack how right he was about it because he might get complacent and rub it into her face. Even so, she sent Jack a message asking, "What do you feel like eating tonight? I'll cook it for you."

Not long after, he replied, "No, I'll cook."

When Rachel came home from the hospital, an appetizing smell was the first thing that greeted her as soon as she opened the door. She saw Jack puttering about in the kitchen. Several dishes were already laid out on the table, with a selection of meats and vegetables for a balanced meal.

She pushed the sliding door open, swiped a small piece of eggplant from one of the dishes, and asked vaguely, "Is anyone coming over to visit tonight?" "No," Jack replied in a low voice.

"Just the two of us, then?" Jack was preparing too much food for only two people. There are five dishes on the table, and he didn't seem to be done cooking.

Jack skillfully scooped up the juices from the pan and turned off the heat. He then took out the fragrant sweet and sour spareribs and handed the dish to her, saying, "Put these ribs on the table. Grab that bowl of soup and wait outside. I'll be done soon."

Jack was being mysterious and not saying anything, so Rachel pouted and sat down at the table. After some time, she finally saw him come out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. "Jack, can you tell me now why you cooked so much tonight?" she asked.

"Because it's an important occasion."

Jack blinked at her, took off his apron, and headed to the bedroom. When he came out again, he was holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

Suddenly, the song "You Are My Angel," which was Rachel's favorite, started playing.

Jack hummed along with the song and murmured, "My dear, you are my angel."

He slowly walked up to her, and before Rachel could react, he placed a hand on the back of the chair, slightly bent down, and handed the roses to her. His gentle and magnetic voice drifted into her ears. "Rachel, I used to think that signing one contract after another and establishing branch companies of MK Group around the world were my proudest moments."

"Yeah," Rachel responded in a low voice. She had always known that Jack was an ambitious man.

But then, he suddenly changed his tone and said softly, "Now, I have changed my target."

He cupped Rachel's chin, and a certain tension swirled in his dark and deep eyes. He licked his lips and said, "When I'm in the kitchen making dinner for you and watching you eat happily and contentedly, this is the moment that I feel the most proud. Rachel, do you understand what I'm saying?" They stared deeply into each other's eyes.

"Rachel, I want to be your man and your husband. These identities make me the proudest man in the world, not my role as the president of MK Group."

Listening to Jack's gentle confession of love word by word, Rachel couldn't move. Her eyes were wide open, and tears started to collect in them like crystals. "Really?"

"Of course."

Jack smiled, took out a jewelry box from his pocket, and opened it. Rachel's breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful diamond ring resting in the case.

He knelt on one knee, took out the ring, and asked in a serious, intense tone, "Rachel Shen, will you marry me? Let me, Jack Fu, be your husband."

Rachel still had her hands covering her mouth. It felt like she was in a dream. Before, they only got married because of Jonathan's words. There was no proposal, only two marriage certificates.

Even their wedding rings were purchased by Jonathan.

Therefore, even though the two of them were finally together for real, she never imagined that she would still get a proposal. All along, she thought that they would just go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to remarry.

However, what girl wouldn't dream of receiving a marriage proposal?

Jack's proposal was minimalist and had the minimum of fuss, but Rachel's heart had never felt warmer. He knew what she cared about the most.

Life was like that. All she wanted was a warm home instead of a cold house after a hard day's work.

Seeing her tears spilling out like spring water, Jack smiled and said, "Rachel, answer me, please! Will you marry me? My legs are already numb. You don't want me to limp into the wedding hall with you, do you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Rachel demanded with a mock glare, and Jack chuckled before blinking rapidly and putting on a pitiful, puppy-like expression. She reached out to pull him. "Well, don't stay on your knee. Get up first."

"Then you will marry me." Jack took the opportunity to pull her left hand toward him. He quickly slipped the ring onto her finger and said a bit arrogantly, "From now on, you are my woman, and I am your man!"

The diamond ring sparkled brightly under the lights above them. Looking at the ring didn't pull Rachel from the dream-like quality that her reality had taken on.

After all of the misunderstandings and arguments they went through, they got back together. Rachel couldn't help but feel how unpredictable life was. She had never thought that she would grow to love Jack this much.

She got to her feet and hugged him, leaning against his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart. At that moment, Rachel could no longer contain her emotions and whispered, "Jack, have I told you that I love you?"

"No." Jack was so nervous that he didn't even notice that his voice quivered slightly.

"Well, then, I'm telling you now." Standing on tiptoe, Rachel whispered in his ear, "Jack, I love you."

"I love you, too,"

Jack intensely replied, and he gently kissed her. At that moment, their surroundings were quiet, as if time stood still. There was only the two of them in the world, warm and beautiful.

Eyes as wide as saucers, Celia grabbed Rachel's left hand tightly and exclaimed in a sharp voice, "What's this, Rachel? Is this diamond ring for real? Did Jack really propose to you?"

She fired one question after another in a single breath, like a little girl who had just discovered a new world, full of shocked surprise and wonder.

Flushing slightly with embarrassment, Rachel withdrew her hand and made a shushing gesture with her index finger.

Although they were inside her office, she was afraid that the nurses in the nurse station outside would hear Celia clearly with how loud her voice was.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Celia lowered her voice and again pulled at the left hand, which Rachel had concealed behind her. She didn't want to lose sight of it for even a second and said, "Rachel, hurry up and answer my question!"

Rachel nodded and said shyly, "He proposed to me last night." When she put on her work clothes this morning, she was thinking of taking off the ring and leaving it at home. However, Jack changed her mind when he said, "If you left the ring at home, then what's the point of buying it?"

"When you wear it, that ring would show people that you have been reserved for me."

It sounded funny in retrospect, but words always sounded reasonable when he said them. She couldn't win against him, so Rachel did what he said.

Seeing the other woman's nod, Celia grabbed her arm and asked, "Then tell me, how did he propose last night? Did you take any photos?"

Her eyes were full of envy.

"No." She knew that it was a bit selfish of her, but Rachel didn't want to share such a sweet moment with others.

She picked up the case report that Celia had dropped, signed her name at the back, and handed it back to her. She tried to steer the topic back to work and said, "Let's work first."

"Okay," Celia responded and took her leave.

She was already out the door, but then she suddenly turned back. Seeing how Rachel was staring at her ring and caressing it, she hid her giggles behind her hands and said seriously, "Congratulations, Rachel!" Author's note

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