Chapter 346 A Good Wife

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was kissing the horizons one last time. When Rachel
came out of the hospital, she could see Jack leaning against the side of his car.

He was wearing a black suit, with his sleeves rolled up. He had one hand shoved into his pocket while
the other was holding his phone.

Several people couldn't help but pass by and look his way, but he didn't seem to mind. Besides, being
one of the most influential man in the city, he was used to the attention.

He would usually attract lustful and envious gazes wherever he went.

Rachel walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, you can stop modeling for now," she
teased.

In an instant, he shoved his phone into his pocket and opened the door to the passenger seat. Afraid
that she might misunderstand him, he quickly explained, "Austin just sent me a document, so I had to
look at it."

"You look busy," she noted. When he yawned upon starting the car, she scrunched up her eyebrows in
concern. "Do you want me to drive? You look exhausted."

Jack stepped onto the gas and drove through the traffic. He shrugged. "I can do it. It's just the company
has received a lot of project proposals in the past few days. That's why I've been busy."

When they stopped at the red light, he turned to her. "What do you want to eat later?"

"Hmm..."

Glancing at the dark circles under his eyes, Rachel tilted her head. "I don't have a lot of food left in the
fridge. How about we go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients? I can cook for you."



"Okay."

The suggestion was actually what Jack really wanted. Without another thought, he turned around and
drove straight to the supermarket.

It was rush hour, and a lot of people had just got out of work. They quickly grabbed onto their shopping
carts and pushed through the crowd before them.

Jack pulled her into his arms. Before she could react and push him a way, a shopping cart passed her
in a hurry, missing her by an inch. "Be careful," he said faintly before letting her go.

He grabbed onto his shopping cart and pushed it forward. He grabbed a can of corns from one of the
shelves and placed it into the cart. "Let's go," he said, glancing at Rachel who had just been standing
there this whole time.

"Okay..."

She flushed and followed up. Once they reached the seafood section, she pointed at a mandarin fish in
the aquarium. "Let's go buy that one."

After half an hour of shopping, the couple finally returned to their apartment. Rachel placed the bags of
food onto the desk and motioned to her bedroom. "Why don't you lie down and rest?" she suggested.
"I'll wake you up when it's ready."

"Don't you need my help?"

"You could rest first. You could just help me by finishing up all the food that I cooked." Rachel walked
into the kitchen and prepared all the ingredients she planned on using. Seeing him standing by the
doorway, she rolled her eyes. "Go," she insisted. "I'll call you later."



In an hour, she finished making three dishes and a bowl of soup. After setting them all on the table and
filling both their bowls with steamed rice, she went to the bedroom to wake him up.

Jack wasn't sleeping. Instead, he was leaning against the headboard and looking through her photo
album. All of the photos were taken during the three years she had been abroad.

Although photos could now be stored in the computer, Rachel preferred printing them out. That way,
she didn't need to worry about losing the memory card or whatnot.

Given that she'd been busy the past few days, she had only printed them out two days ago.

Rachel knocked on the door, snapping him out of his reverie. "It's time for dinner."

On the table were boiled cabbage, fried bacon with garlic bolt, peanut mandarin fish, and carrot soup.
Although it was simple, it was still a considerate helping, given that it was just the two of them.

Although he was suffering from a cold, Jack still had a good appetite. He continued eating, relishing the
delicious food. After helping himself to two bowls of rice, he wiped the corners of his lips and
proceeded to pick up the empty bowls.

"Put it down. I'll do it," she ordered.

Seeing her quickly retreat into the kitchen, he raised his eyebrows. "You're nicer today," he
commented.

"When have I not been nice?" She squeezed some detergent into her sponge and proceeded to wipe
the dishes. Hearing him chuckle from behind her, she waved her gloved hand up in the air. "Sit on the
sofa first. I'll be right out."

She made sure to wipe the smudge out of her plates. It took her half an hour to wash all those dishes
and to dry them up on the rack. Once she was done, she dried her hands and grabbed the box of



medicine from her bag.

She threw it to him. "Here."

Upon looking at it, he quickly paced it back onto the tea table. "I've already recovered from my cough."

As soon as the words left his lips, he started to cough even more.

Her lips twitched. She grabbed the pitcher from the kitchen and poured him a glass of warm water.
"Stop acting like a child and take two pills."

"Fine."

His eyes glinted with mischief.

Confused by his stare, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Just take them!" she snapped.

Sure enough, there were times when her considerateness ran out.

Jack immediately turned his palm over and showed her that he had already taken the pills. He looked
like a child who was asking for his parent's approval. Rachel had to resist the urge to laugh.

"I've already taken the pills," he announced. "Shouldn't I get some type of reward?"

"Reward?" She stared at him in disbelief. "Do you really think you're still a child? Do you need a candy
or something?"

"Of course I do!"

He looked cute. Whenever he was at home, he was definitely far different from the stoic and cold CEO
he had been in the office.



Patting him on the head, Rachel stood up. "Fine. I'll get you your candy."

He reached out and pulled her arm.

Before she could react, she had already landed on Jack's lap. Her arms immediately circled around his
neck for support. Seeing that his face was getting closer and closer, she said lowly, "What do you want
to do?"

"What do you think?" Her eyes fluttered close as he kissed her forehead.

His kiss was like a feather brushing against her skin.

When she opened her eyes, she could clearly see the intensity of his dark gaze. A smile threaded
across her lips. She suddenly stood up, only for her head to hit his chin.

He grimaced in pain. "Do you really want to hurt me that badly?" he teased.

A sharp pain vibrated from her head, and she winced.

Immediately, she bent down and rubbed his chin. "Are you feeling better? How's your teeth?" she
asked worriedly.

Although the pain had already dissipated, he pretended that he was still in great pain. "My teeth are
wobbly," he stuttered out.

"What? Open your mouth!" She held his face, but he still wouldn't budge.

"Didn't you say you're just a cardiologist? That you don't know about anything else?" he teased, holding
her arm.

She didn't expect that he would remember such a thing.



She gritted her teeth. "Don't joke around! Let me take a look."

Upon seeing her flushed face, Jack immediately stopped. He raised his hands up in the air as if he was
already surrendering. "It doesn't hurt now," he said truthfully. "I don't feel any pain."

She stared at him in disbelief.

Without saying another word, she turned to leave.

Jack grabbed her wrist. "It really did hurt just now though."

"I don't care! You shouldn't joke around like that!" she snapped. "Do you know how scared I was?"

"I promise that I won't let you pay for the dental work."

He smiled cheekily.

"Ass," she murmured.

Her lips twitched. Seeing that she wasn't as angry as before, he proceeded to wrap his arms around
her waist and pulled her back into his arms. "Don't be angry, okay? I won't joke about it anymore."

"Then you have to take the medicine every day!" She pointed to the back. "Otherwise, I won't talk to
you anymore."

The next morning, Rachel walked into her office. Although she didn't notice it, a smile had already crept
into her lips.

She couldn't help but think back to the way his fingers brushed against his lips. She could still
remember his breath fanning against her neck as he whispered about the "real reward" he'd be getting
from her once he had recovered. She flushed at the thought.



Without another word, she proceeded to scan through all the medical documents set on her desk. For
doctors, they truly had no vacations. Even at home, they would find themselves reading a medical book
to pass the time. Soon enough, before she knew it, it was time for lunch.


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