Chapter 455 Delicious Chicken Porridge

After a moment of silence, she said honestly, "I don't know either."

"You don't know what?" Lea adjusted her posture, stretched out her originally crossed legs, and directly
leaned on Henry's legs, enjoying his massage. She said, "But he's doing well now. At least he can think
of helping you with a foot bath. Henry had never done this to me during my pregnancy. In my opinion,
you'd better stop messing around and get back together. After all, it's different to have a child."

"Okay, let me think about it." Hearing what Lea said, Rachel couldn't be as resolute as before.

On the second morning, Rachel was awakened by a sweet scent.

When she was still sleeping, she smelled a delicate fragrance, and then her stomach made a sound of
hunger. She didn't eat much last night, and she felt hungry before fell asleep.

Right now, she felt very hungry.

She lay on the bed and stretched herself. When she was about to sit up slowly, the door of the
bedroom was gently pushed open from the outside. Jack walked in with a tray in his hand. He smiled
like the sun and said, "It's just the time."

"What did you cook? It smells good." Rachel tied her hair with a ponytail and poked her head into his
hand.

Jack put it on the bedside table as if he was presenting a treasure, "I cooked chicken porridge with the
chicken soup last night. Have a taste."

Taking over the spoon, Rachel blew it gently and put it into her mouth. It was a plain taste with a hint of
sweetness. She was a little surprised and asked, "How did you cook it?"



She knew how to cook, but she couldn't control the chicken porridge well. Either the taste was too
strong, or the messy taste of chicken was not cleared up.

Jack smoothed her hair behind her forehead and smiled, "It's a secret. You don't have to know. Tell me
when you want to eat in the future, and I'll cook it for you right away."

Rachel didn't know what to say.

She was silent. She put down the spoon in her hand, lifted the quilt and whispered, "I suddenly
remember that I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth. I need to go to the bathroom first."

"Okay." Jack almost used up all his strength to cook this. Looking at her back with a sense of fleeing, a
trace of loss flashed through his eyes.

'What should I do to make you open your heart and accept me again, Rachel?'

In the bathroom, Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. Her face flushed slightly and her dark eyes
looked especially beautiful. It seemed that as long as she saw Jack now, she could not help but feel a
throb in her heart.

However, she was still a stubborn person. She couldn't let go of those past for a while.

Holding the ice water in her hands, Rachel threw it on her face for two times and quickly calmed herself
down.

When she faced Jack again, her reason had returned to her mind. She looked at Jack with a smile and
said, "Give me the bowl. I'll take it to the hospital."

"Then let me help you put it downstairs."



Rachel nodded. When she changed her clothes and went downstairs, Jack had already held a thermal
pot in his hand, and a transparent lunch box in the other hand, with several packed fruits in it.

Jack put all of them into a bag and said, "Take these to the hospital. Have some fruit when you have a
rest."

"Forget the fruits. I don't have so much time." Rachel didn't expect him to be so considerate.

Jack frowned, "I have prepared all the fruits. You just need to poke them into your mouth with a fork. If
you don't have time, it seems that I have to go to the hospital to feed you myself."

...

Hearing this, Rachel felt that her face was a little hot. She glanced at Julie from the corner of her eyes
and found that she was laughing happily with her hands covering her mouth. Rachel felt even more
embarrassed.

She reached for the bag and said angrily, "No, thanks. I can eat myself."

Jack didn't give the bag to her, but handed it to Julie, "I'll take you to the hospital. Now, I'll help you put
on your shoes."

"No, thanks." Rachel took a step back, but her hand was held tightly by him. He whispered in her ear,
"Rachel, if you still insist, I can only carry you directly to the car first before I help you wear your shoes.
What do you think?"

...

Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes. She cursed in her heart, but she could only let him press her
shoulders and sit down on the chair at the door.



Jack opened the shoe cabinet and asked, "Which pair of shoes do you want to wear today?"

"The white one." Rachel pointed at that shoes.

Jack took it up and had a look. He frowned and put it back. Then he picked up another pair of flat
sneakers and said, "That pair of heels is a little too high just now. You can wear this one today."

'What? High heels?'

With her eyes wide open, Rachel couldn't believe that the pair of white shoes with only three
centimeters heels was too high?

She was a little speechless. "Do you think the sports shoes match the clothes I wear today?"

She just used to wear that pair of sneakers when she took a walk. Now she was going to work in the
hospital. How could is it formal?

She leaned over and reached out to put on the shoes. She stood up and straightened her clothes. "I'm
wearing a dress today. Why did you ask me to wear the sneakers? It's so weird."

Jack touched his nose awkwardly and put the sneakers back to the shoe cabinet. Seeing that Rachel
had already taken the bag from Julie's hand and walked out, he hurried to catch up with her.

Looking at the two of them leaving one after another, Julie chuckled and muttered, 'If only they could
always be like this.'

The car slowly stopped at the gate of the hospital. Jack immediately got off the car, trotted over the
front of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. He reached out his hand to hold her hand
and said carefully, "Be careful. We'll change a car tomorrow. The base of this car is too high. It's not
convenient for you to get on and off."



A cold sweat trickled down her forehead. What did he think of her? She was just pregnant. She couldn't
even get in and out of the car?

She looked up at him speechlessly, "Jack, my legs are not that short, okay?"

What she meant was that she could reach the ground with one stretch and stand firm. Why did he think
it was a laborious thing for her?

Jack understood what she meant. He scratched his hair and smiled awkwardly. When he saw the food
bag in her hand, he immediately added, "I'll take this. Let me send you to your office."

"No, thanks." Rachel avoided his hand, stopped and looked straight at him, "Jack, I can do all these
things by myself. When you were with Scarlett, I did all these things by myself. There is no need to
make exceptions when you are back now."

Rachel said it a little harshly. As soon as she said it, she saw his slightly strange expression and a little
regretted in her heart.

However, she couldn't take back what she had said.

Jack didn't change his expression because of what Rachel said. He just thought of those mistakes he
had made and felt remorseful. At the same time, he also knew that she had misunderstanding of the
relationship between him and Scarlett.

He licked his lips and said softly. "Rachel, in fact, we..."

Before he finished his words, Rachel raised her hand and gave a hint to him. She interrupted him
directly, "I'm going to be late. Let's talk about it when I get off work and go home."



"Okay." Jack watched Rachel walking into the elevator and raised his hand to check the time on his
watch. There were still twenty minutes left before she's on duty, but she said she was going to be late
for work. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk to him and just found an excuse.

Jack's face was instantly covered with gaunt fatigue and deep sadness.

"Rachel, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Let's go to the canteen together when I finish it."
One of her colleagues greeted her as soon as she came out of the elevator.

Raising the bag in her hand, Rachel smiled and said, "No, I brought my breakfast with me this
morning."

The colleague immediately sniffed in the air and exaggeratedly said, "What did you bring today? It
smells so good."

Rachel said, "It's just chicken porridge. I brought a lot. How about you have some too?"

"Okay, okay." As soon as she heard that there was something to eat, her colleagues stopped cleaning
up the documents at hand. She immediately took out her lunch box from the drawer and followed
Rachel into her office.

Smelling the fragrance of chicken porridge and looking at the fruit in the box, the colleague said with
admiration, "Rachel, you are so virtuous, aren't you? We went to work so early, but you have prepared
so many delicious food."

As she spoke, she put a spoon of chicken porridge into her mouth one after another and sighed, "This
porridge is so delicious. I used to hate eating chicken porridge the most, because I always felt that it
tasted strange, but this is so good. Rachel, can you teach me how to cook?"

Rachel smiled, "It's not cooked by me."



"Did you buy it?" The colleague continued to ask.

This time, Rachel didn't answer, but her colleagues directly took it as her agreement. They suddenly
quieted down, and paid all their attention to the chicken porridge in front of them. Soon, the colleague
finished the porridge, and when she wiped her mouths with tissue, she made a loud burp.

She sat on the chair and rubbed her belly. When she was about to say something, her phone vibrated
and distracted her attention. She quickly opened the WeChat and enlarged the photo she had just
received several times. The more she looked at it, the more she frowned.


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