Stuck in you

Chapter 295 Jack Had The Vasectomy Reversal

Rachel took a rubber band from the dresser and tied her hair. When she went to the bathroom to wash her face, someone knocked on the door.

She knew it was Jack.

Standing still, she didn't say anything. She wouldn't open the door anyway.

Jack, who was standing outside the door, waited for a while.

But there was no answer inside the room. The door didn't open either. He took a deep breath and asked, "Rachel, have you eaten yet? I cooked some Western food. Would you like to have some?"

"No, thanks," she replied.

But she also couldn't help wondering, 'Western food?

He cooked it himself?'

For some reason, Celine crossed her mind. Perhaps he learned how to cook Western food when they were still together.

This thought irritated her in an instant.

She heard his voice again, asking, "Did you work overtime at the hospital?"

Taking a few steps forward, she got closer to the door and answered, "No, I didn't. I went out this evening."

"Where did you go?" Jack wanted to know, but he waited in vain. Unfortunately, Rachel didn't answer his question.

The air around him seemed to have solidified.

Thinking that Rachel had no plans answering his question, he plucked up his courage to ask, "Rachel, how can you forgive me?" Still, there was no answer from the inside.

Rachel leaned against the wall, contemplating his question. If only he knew that she had also asked herself of it many times.

In the past, she didn't have feelings for Jack yet, so she could endure all kinds of gossips about him and Celine.

But now it was different. She couldn't do it anymore.

Knowing that Celine was still important to him was too painful for her. Now, all she wanted to do was escape.

She wanted to stay away from him before it was too late for her to suppress her feelings.

Jack continued, "Rachel, I have already left everything in my past behind. As a matter of fact, I have set the appointment for the vasectomy reversal a month ago. Please, trust me this time."

Although he felt like he was only talking to the air, he still tried to explain.

"Whether I trust you or not doesn't matter anymore. It's late now. I have to go to bed." Rachel calmed herself down, then walked into the bathroom. She locked the door and turned on the shower, so she couldn't hear Jack's voice outside.

She was upset.

That night, she had a bad dream. At first, she was a little girl held by her father. But all of a sudden, she was a woman lying beside Jack. When she turned to look at him, she saw Celine's face tattooed on his

bare chest.

She screamed and woke up, gasping for air. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead.

She turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already seven o'clock. Although it was still early, she wasn't sleepy anymore. She got up, changed her clothes, and went to the hospital.

The doctor was humming while walking out of the elevator, with a box of pancakes in his hand. He was surprised to see a man standing at the door of his clinic. When he got closer, he asked, "Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

From the looks of it, he had been waiting there for a long time.

He almost hadn't slept for two days now, so his eyes were bloodshot. He asked, "Doctor, why aren't you home last night?"

Last night, after standing outside Rachel's bedroom for more than half an hour last night, he turned around and left.

He drove directly to the doctor's house to change his appointment date to the next day. However, after ringing the doorbell for a long time, no one opened the door. A few moments later, the security guard told him that the doctor hadn't come back yet.

He went back to the car and waited for the doctor until the sky turned bright. Thinking that the doctor wouldn't come home anymore, he drove to his clinic and waited again.

The doctor smiled awkwardly and answered, "Last night was my daughter's birthday. All of us went to my mother-in-law's house to celebrate. What can I do for you, Mr. Fu?"

"I want my operation to be done this afternoon." Jack went straight to the point.

The doctor shook his head and said, "My schedule is full this afternoon. I really can't make it. Anyway, your schedule is on Wednesday. There are only a few days left. Why are you such in a hurry?"

The doctor hadn't expected that Jack was prepared. "You have one patient for operation at two o'clock in the afternoon. I've already talked to him, and he agreed to switch schedule with me."

As the saying went, "Money makes the mare go." At first, the man declined his request. But when he showed him a bundle of cash, he immediately changed his mind.

Since everything had been settled, the doctor had no choice but to agree. "If that's the case, then please prepare yourself for the surgery at two o'clock."

"Mr. Fu, are you sure you want to let Mrs. Fu know?"

Austin asked with concern before Jack could enter the operating room.

One hour earlier, he received a call from Jack, asking him to go to the clinic. He didn't expect that he would have his operation today. Indeed, he was very earnest to recover his fertility.

Jack motioned for the nurse to stop pushing the stretcher. He then answered, "Of course! Why would I call you here?"

He wanted Rachel to be aware that he was having his operation this afternoon.

She blocked his phone number so he couldn't call her. Besides, even if he would use a different number, she would probably hang up the moment she heard his voice.

Austin was his only way to relay his message to her.

"Okay, Mr. Fu. Don't worry. I will see to it that Mrs. Fu knows every detail." At this time, he felt like a heavy load was on his shoulder.

That morning, Rachel was in the hospital.

Before she could make herself a cup of coffee, she was already called in the operating room. After six hours, she had only come out now.

Her waist and back ached, and her stomach was grumbling in hunger.

She massaged her stiff neck and was about to go to the dressing room to change when she saw a nurse running towards her.

The nurse was holding her phone and said breathlessly, "Rachel, your phone rang for more than ten times. Maybe it's something important."

"Thank you."

She checked her call logs and saw eighteen missed calls from the same phone number.

The number looked familiar, but she couldn't remember whose it was.

She was about to call it back when her phone rang again. It was still the same number.

"Thank God, you finally answer your phone.

Mrs. Fu, please come here quickly. Mr. Fu is in the operating room now."

Jack's operation lasted for two hours and thirty minutes.

He was awake, being pushed by the nurse out of the operating room. When he reached his ward, he looked around and asked Austin, "Is Rachel here?"

"Mr. Fu, you have just come out of the operating room. Have a rest first." Austin forced a smile on his face, but he couldn't dare to meet his eyes.

"She's not here?" His face darkened.

The paleness of his face was replaced by gloominess.

Austin lowered his head and replied, "She didn't come."

All of a sudden, a sense of loss surged up in his heart. But he still asked, "Did you tell her about it? What did she say?"

"Mr. Fu, don't talk too much yet. You need to rest."

"Austin!" Jack roared and then coughed, causing his face to immediately turn red.

The nurse patted his chest and said, "Mr. Fu, you're still weak. Talking too much is not good for you."

Fearing that he would piss Jack more, Austin closed his eyes and said, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu said that I called the wrong person."

He deliberately didn't tell Rachel that Jack was having a vasectomy reversal. He just said that he was in the operating room to make her think that Jack was seriously ill, so she would worry and come in a hurry.

But unexpectedly, she just replied lightly, "You are supposed to be calling Miss Duan, not me."

How could he even say it to Jack?

However, Jack insisted on knowing everything, so he had to tell.

All of a sudden, Jack got out of the bed, enduring the pain on his lower body. "Prepare the car. I need to go now."

"Mr. Fu, you can't leave yet. You've just had an operation."

The nurse wanted to push him to bed so he could lie down.

The nurse was a woman, so he only had to use a little strength to dodge her. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and turned to Austin. "Why are you still standing there? Go and prepare the car now."

"Mr. Fu, where are we going?" Austin asked in a low voice.

He knew that no matter how much they stopped Jack from leaving, it would be useless.

Jack waved his hand and replied, "You'll know later."

When she felt that the two men had already agreed to leave, the nurse tried to persuade him again, "Mr. Fu, please stay even just for two or three hours. You need to rest after your operation.

If you walk around now, you will suffer from the complications."

"I will take responsibility for it," Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Jack said coldly and walked towards the elevator.

The porridge in the pot had finally begun to boil after a few minutes.

Rachel lifted the lid, stirred it with a ladle, and poured some into a bowl.

She wasn't actually home.

She was in a twenty-six square meters studio apartment.

The kitchen where she was cooking was just behind the door.

In the middle of the room was a bed, where a woman was lying. She was coughing from time to time, making her face turn abnormally red.

With the bowl of porridge in her hand, Rachel walked to the bedside and said, "It's a little hot. Be careful. How are you feeling today?"

"I feel much better now, except for the cough."

The woman had an oval face that looked delicate, a tall nose bridge, and an impenetrable complexion. She smiled and added, "Sorry for troubling you in the past two days, and thank you."

"Don't worry about it. I was free these past two days anyway."