Stuck in you

Chapter 408 Drowned Sorrows In Alcohol

At that time, when she saw the news, although she didn't have any reaction, she was so angry that she wanted to tear Jack apart. But she didn't expect that the heroin would take the initiative to come to her now.

Jack came back with the fried chicken and freshly squeezed juice. He put them on the table and said, "I didn't expect that the business in this kind of place is so good. There are too many people."

He put the juice in front of her and handed her the disposable gloves. He carefully squeezed the sauce out of the bag and poured it on the small plate beside. Seeing that Rachel was looking at him motionlessly, he smiled and said, "Don't be stunned. Don't you want to eat it? This kind of food is delicious when it's hot."

Rachel gave him a cold look and said, "I suddenly lost my appetite."

After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door of the store without waiting for any response from Jack.

The pregnant woman had a quick appetite quickly. Perhaps she had waited for a long time, Jack understood and followed her. When he was about to go out to protect her, he was pushed back by Rachel.

She glanced at him expressionlessly. "I don't need your kindness. I can go home myself."

As soon as Rachel finished speaking, a taxi stopped in front of her. She opened the door, got in and said to the driver, "Please drive."

Watching the car driving away, Jack frowned tightly. When the two of them came over, she was fine. Nothing happened just now. Why did her attitude return to the starting point?

She was even colder than two days ago.

A sense of frustration arose in his heart.

At this moment, in a corner aside, Scarlett looked at this scene and smiled with satisfaction. She quickly beckoned her driver, "You must follow the black car in front of you. If you lose it, you will not come to work again from tomorrow on!"

Facing the rice tank at home, Julie was struggling. The two of them had gone out and hadn't come back yet. She didn't know whether she should prepare the dinner or not. When she was wondering if she should call to ask them clearly, a sound of car came from the door.

She turned around and saw a taxi parking outside.

'Does someone come here?'

Julie hurried to go out, but she didn't expect to see Rachel get out of the car. She quickly looked back at her and asked suspiciously, "Miss, do you come back alone?"

"Yup." There was a trace of exhaustion in Rachel's eyes.

"What about Mr. Jack?" Julie explained, "I'm preparing dinner. I don't know how many rice are needed."

"You can ask him yourself."

Then Rachel went to the second floor and put herself on the big bed. She pulled the quilt to cover her head, letting her thoughts wander in her mind.

She wanted to forgive him just now and wondered if the two of them could let go of the past and start a new life. But she didn't expect that his old lover with a similar face with her came directly to her.

Jack madly stepped on the accelerator and drove at a high speed on the road of this not spacious main city area. Finally, he stepped on the accelerator and parked the car on the side. He clenched his fist

and heavily hammered the steering wheel!

What should he do to make Rachel smile?

He thought he had said what he should say and done what he should do these days, but she still faced him with such an attitude.

Frowning, Jack looked very serious. After a long silence, he took out his phone and dialed Marcus's number. "Come out and drink with me."

"I don't have time. I have to accompany Celia tonight." He didn't expect to be rejected directly.

He called Henry again, not surprised at all. He had to accompany his wife and child, so he had no time to go out. And even Michael, who was most fond of drinking, also said that he had to go on a blind date for the first time later.

Jack frowned irritably, started the car again, and finally stopped at the door of a bar.

Scarlett patted the driver's back and shouted in a sharp voice, "Stop the car! Don't you see that his car has been parked here? Where are you driving?"

"I'm going to pull over in the front." The driver explained, but was still stared at by Scarlett.

She followed Jack into the bar and found a seat at the bar counter. She looked straight at Jack who was sitting on the other side and drank one after another. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Although she was very hungry, facing the table of dishes made by Julie, Rachel had no appetite. She moved her chopsticks for two times and then put them down.

Julie was cleaning the kitchen and glanced at the table from time to time. When she found that no one was around, she quickly put down the duster cloth and walked out. She stopped Rachel who was about

to go upstairs and asked, "Miss, you didn't eat anything tonight. Is it because the dishes don't suit your appetite?"

Rachel stepped on the two steps and turned back, "No, I just don't have any appetite."

"Then do you want me to prepare a midnight snack for you later?" Julie asked.

She shook her head and said, "No, thanks."

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone in her hand suddenly vibrated. Seeing that the phone number of Lea flickered on the screen, Rachel hesitated for a while and picked it up.

She asked loudly, "Rachel, how are you doing this afternoon? Did you two make it clear?"

"No." Rachel lowered her head and grabbed the handrail subconsciously with the other hand.

"Why not?" Surprised, Lea thought the two had reconciled. But when she heard her strange voice, an idea flashed through her mind. "What happened this afternoon?"

Rachel didn't want to say anything more. She just smiled and said, "No."

But it was not easy to get rid of Lea. When she was about to ask the truth, Rachel found an excuse and hung up the phone directly without giving her a chance to speak.

She sat on the floor of the room with her slightly protruding belly, which made it a little difficult for her to hold her knees. But only by sitting like this could she not feel too helpless, and many messy scenes flashed through her mind.

She didn't know how long she had sat. Rachel felt her legs numb and her hands on the bed. Finally, she stood up again. She picked up the alarm clock at the bedside and found that it was already ten twenty-five in the evening, but Jack hadn't come back yet.

She recalled that when she blew up the chicken restaurant, her face was full of complacency and disdain. Although she knew what she said was false, she could not control her anger and wanted to lose her temper at him.

Jack didn't know how much wine he had drunk, but he felt that the shadow of Rachel seemed to appear in front of him, vague but real.

He pinched between his eyebrows and shook his head hard. "Rachel, why are you here?"

"I'm not Rachel." Scarlett poured another glass of wine for him and smiled.

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he saw clearly that the person standing in front of him was indeed not Rachel, but Scarlett. His eyes were instantly shrouded in alienation. "Why are you here?"

"I came here to drink with my friends. I didn't expect to see you sitting here so coincidentally. We have met each other for two times. We are not familiar with each other, but at least we are friends. I should come up to say hello, right?"

She could tell a lie casually. As for her friends...

Scarlett just pointed at one of the tables in the bar, where she didn't know any man and woman sitting there.

But who would care whether they were really her friends or not?

Jack pinched between his eyebrows, raised his head and drank up the wine in the glass again. Then he took out gold from his wallet, patted it on the bar counter, shook his body and left.

Scarlett put it down and shouted at the bartender, "this money is enough to pay for my wine."

Then she chased after him.

The bar took the money, counted and looked in the direction of the door. With a disdainful smile, it said, "This woman is so shrewd, or this money would be my tip."

When people were sad, they seemed to be easier to get drunk. Looking at the illusory street view in front of them, Jack kept muttering, "Rachel, what should I do to make you accept me again?"

When Scarlett ran out, she saw Jack holding a car key tightly in his hand, and that car was not his own, so no matter how hard he tried, the door did not move at all.

She hurried to hold his arm and said, "Jack, you are drunk. Let me drive you back."

"Leave me alone!" Jack shook her off.

Even if he drank like this, the disgust in his eyes was not reduced at all. Scarlett looked at him with clenched teeth and made up her mind. The more he did so, the more she wanted Jack to accept her!

Since the two looked almost the same, why could Rachel make Jack busy for her while she couldn't even get him to give her a look?

Scarlett was not reconciled!

Seeing that the door couldn't be opened, Jack gave up and staggered to the side of the road, intending to take a taxi back. Scarlett caught up with him again and grabbed his arm. "You can't go back by yourself now. I'll drive you home."

This time, no matter how hard he threw her, Scarlett was well-prepared and still held his arm tightly.

The passing taxi saw that Jack was so drunk that they couldn't stand steadily. They didn't dare to stop the car, fearing that he would vomit directly in the car, which would be more troublesome!

Therefore, after waiting for a long time, no car was willing to drive them.

Jack's mind was gradually overwhelmed by the alcohol, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.