Chapter 461 Milk Spilled

Kailey sobbed. She cried a little hard just now, but she couldn't stop crying for a while. In her heart, she
secretly made a victory gesture to herself.

In the living room, Jonathan looked down at the character dictionary in his hand, moved his glasses
which were a little sliding down from the bridge of his nose and said in a low voice, "How about we
calling the boy Adrian Fu or the girl Yvette Fu?"

"No," Tracy retorted as soon as she heard them, "These names are too ordinary. I think it's better to call
the name I just said. No matter it's a boy or a girl, you can use that name."

Jonathan frowned and snorted, disagreeing, "Does the name you mentioned sound good? If I tell
others, they will laugh at us, saying that our Fu family is becoming more and more uneducated."

"Why are you so ignorant? This name is popular nowadays. Do you understand? The way you look for
names in the dictionary is out of date. Forget it. I won't argue with you anymore."

The two men had their own opinions, and their faces were getting redder and redder.

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She looked at Jack and saw a trace of helplessness in his
eyes.

Tracy just mentioned the name "Leslie", saying that her friend's child had a same name, which means
the garden of hollies, was easy to remember and with positive meaning.

What she said made sense.

However, this name was too simple for Jonathan.

In addition, Rachel preferred the two names Jonathan just mentioned.



However, she couldn't add fuel to the fire and directly refute Tracy, could she?

Seeing that Jonathan didn't say anything, Rachel had to smile and said, "Tracy, in fact, the baby hasn't
come out yet. It's a little too early for us to think its name. My colleagues in the hospital didn't name
their babies until the baby is born, coupled with the baby's birth time."

As she spoke, she observed the expression on Tracy's face. Seeing that Tracy didn't seem to agree
with what she had just said, Rachel quickly added, "They said that it's better for the baby. As parents,
we should believe it, right?"

Hearing that it was all about her grandchild, Tracy immediately nodded and said, "Yes, it's better to
match its birth time."

She patted on the back of Rachel's hand and made up her mind. "We don't need to hurry to name the
baby. Let's talk about it after the baby is born."

"Okay." With a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting next to
her, Jack patted her on the shoulder and said in a low voice that could only be heard by the two of
them, "You have the solution."

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She moved her shoulder and shook off his hand.

He didn't show up just now. Now that she had solved the problem, she didn't need him to praise
herself.

Looking at her childish behavior, Jack felt a feather slide across his heart, which made him a little itchy.
However, before Rachel officially forgave him, no matter what thoughts he had, it was useless. In the
end, he could only put his hands on his legs several times, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his
heart.



"Well, it's getting late. Let's go back first." Holding his crutch, Jonathan stood up and winked at Tracy.

Tracy took a look at him, nodded and followed him with a smile. When she arrived at the door, she
turned her head and said, "Rachel, go to bed early."

After getting along with Rachel for the past two days, Tracy's good impression of her grew day by day.
On the contrary, she couldn't figure out why she thought Rachel was not good at everything and
disliked Rachel?

She was calm, sensible and generous. It was the best choice to be the daughter-in-law of the Fu family.

Moreover, his son was not good tempered, and sometimes he was even a little impatient. For him,
Rachel's character was also very good for him. It was better than the two people who were also
impatient, quarreling from time to time?

She was afraid that there would be no peace at home at that time.

Thinking of this, Tracy couldn't help shivering.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan saw her from the corner of his eye and asked in a low voice.

Tracy pulled his arm and sighed, "Old man, it's lucky that you hold on, or our Fu family will be in
trouble."

Hearing this, Jonathan was stunned. His turbid eyes suddenly widened. He turned around and looked
at Tracy. When he was about to ask her, he suddenly thought it over and finally said indifferently, "Yes."

Tracy frowned at his calm response and patted him on the arm unhappily. But the next second when
she withdrew her hand, she heard a song that the two of them both liked. Hearing Jonathan singing
that song in a low voice, she couldn't help smiling.



After living for so many years, he was still so awkward!

After sending the two of them away, Rachel sat on the sofa for a while before she stood up and walked
to the kitchen.

Jack hurriedly asked, "You don't want to go upstairs?"

"I'm going to make a glass of milk." Rachel raised her hand to press her right eye. Somehow, her
eyelids kept twitching after dinner.

"Let me help you." Jack followed her and walked into the kitchen quickly. He took out a glass from the
cupboard, spooned two spoons of milk powder for pregnant women, and poured some hot water. Then
he stirred it two times with a spoon.

The water temperature was a little high, so he gently blew two times. Looking at his serious face,
Rachel felt that her heart suddenly became soft, and her eyes stared at his side face without blinking.

When Jack looked up, he saw her eyes. He smiled and deliberately opened his eyes and asked, "Is
there anything dirty on my face?"

"No." Rachel looked away in a hurry and lowered her head, but her red ears betrayed her emotions.

Jack chuckled. He had never thought that the cold and tough woman like Rachel would be so shy and
cute in her heart.

It was precisely because of this huge contrast that he liked to tease her more and more. Inadvertently,
his heart sank deeper and deeper uncontrollably, and finally he could not extricate himself.

When she heard the laughter, Rachel realized that she was fooled by him again. Biting her lower lip,
she looked up at him angrily, but the faint flush on her face was still not faded, which made her eyes at
this time have no power to frighten.



"It's almost done. Drink it." Jack handed her a glass of milk.

Rachel reached out to take it, but suddenly, with a bang, the cup fell to the ground, and the milk
splashed all over the two of them.

Jack reacted quickly and pulled Rachel back two steps. He looked down at her feet and frowned, "Are
you all right? Did you get burned?"

"The milk is not hot. How could I get burned?" The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched a little uneasily.
She didn't know why she didn't hold the cup just now.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Rachel heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I'll go get a broom to
clean it up."

"No, thanks. You go upstairs to take a shower first. The milk is all over your body. It's sticky. You must
feel uncomfortable." Jack took her hand and sent her to the stairs. Then he went back to the kitchen,
squatted down and picked up the debris on the ground with his hand.

Rachel turned around and looked at his back. The dim yellow light cast on his body, making her feel
warm and want to rely on.

After a while, she looked away and was about to go upstairs when she suddenly heard a muffled hum.

Although the voice was very low, Rachel could hear it clearly because it was too quiet around and she
had paid all her attention to Jack just now.

She turned around and went back to the kitchen, only to find that Jack was pressing his right index
finger, and the blood dripped on the floor in front of her through his fingers.



Rachel wanted to squat down, but her big belly made it impossible for her to do so. She had to bend
down and hold his hand. She frowned and said seriously, "Get up. I'll help you deal with the wound."

"Don't worry. It's just a cut. I'll fix it with a band aid later." Jack didn't care much about it, "You go to take
a shower first. I'm okay."

The cut was a little deep. After a while, the blood did not decrease, but flowed more and more.

Rachel's tone deepened. "Jack, do you want your blood to run out and your hand to be crippled so that
you can heal your wound?"

"No." Jack shook his head and immediately changed his attitude.

Rolling her eyes at him, she stood up and walked to the living room. Jack immediately followed her.
Seeing that she took out the medicine box from the cabinet, he quickly said, "I can handle it myself."

Rachel didn't answer. She just put the medicine box heavily on the tea table and asked
expressionlessly, "Can you sit down?"

"Yes, yes." Jack said twice in a row. Seeing her like this, he didn't dare to say anything more. He
obediently stretched out his injured hand, frowned and looked at Rachel carefully cleaning his wound
with alcohol cotton, and then picked up a piece of gauze of medium size.

After comparing his fingers, she found that the gauze was still a little bigger than his finger. Rachel
reached out to look for the scissors in the medicine box, but she didn't see it.

When she was about to stand up, her hand was tightly held by Jack. He gently pulled her and fell back
to the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Frowning, Rachel tried to pull her hand back, but failed after two attempts. She
had to give up.



Jack looked straight at her with his dark eyes, and his eyes were somewhat deep and burning.
"Rachel, are you still worried about me? That's why you came back in such a hurry when you saw me
injured just now?"

Lowering her head slowly, Rachel stammered, "No."


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