My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 326 An Unwitting Eric

Celia shook her head exasperatedly. "You could've at least told me that you're back with him again."

"Why are you even asking me that?" Rachel frowned and withdrew herself from the young woman's grasp.

"I just saw him walk out there just now." The young woman motioned to the door.

"Couldn't he visit me as a friend?"

"You and I both know how impossible that assumption is!"

Celia wagged her finger up in the air like a mother lecturing a child. A silly smile slid into her lips as her eyes glinted with an emotion that Rachel couldn't decipher.

'Has she always been this hyper?'

Rachel quickly held the woman's forehead as if she was trying to take her temperature. "Did you take your medicine?"

"I'm being serious!"

Celia adjusted her chair and leaned in closer, just to make sure that no one else could hear them. "Before I came in, I heard some gossip from the nurse station. Do you want to know what they said?"

"What?" Rachel placed a pillow on the back of her neck, so she could lean back more easily.

"They said that Jack stayed outside the ward the entire night. Do you know that?"

'The whole night?'

Rachel froze upon hearing her words.

'What was he doing outside? Was he really that worried? But we have already divorced...'

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Celia tapped her shoulder. "Are you still listening to me?"

"Yes. Go on." Rachel was just a little stunned.

After a while, Celia crossed her legs and clapped her hands together. "Everyone's talking about you. They're all jealous that you have such a handsome man who's willing to stay up all night for you. Plus, I saw him enter Dr. Wang's office. He was so upset before he came in, but he was smiling when he got out."

Although Rachel looked indifferent, her heart warmed upon hearing the younger woman's words. Stoic as she was, she couldn't help but allow herself to smile, but she quickly waved it off.

What he had done couldn't mean anything, right? They were already over.

Rachel was overwhelmed with all these different thoughts and emotions.

Celia didn't think too much into it, although she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever meet a man who would treat her like this, like she was some sort of priceless treasure.

After leaving the hospital, Celia couldn't help but feel depressed. Just to add some salt onto her wounds, she passed by a couple who were talking and laughing on her way out.

Was she meant to be alone?

At the end of the day, it seemed that for her, falling in love was just a fairytale.

The more Celia thought about it, the more miserable she felt.

She couldn't help but gaze at a fortune teller not far away.

It wasn't until Jack called Eric that the younger man found out about Rachel's injury. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Seeing how anxious Eric became, Jack raised an eyebrow. "The news was released yesterday. How could you not have known about it?"

"I've been drinking with my friends and focusing on my work," he murmured and avoided his gaze. "Which friend?"

"Just a friend." Eric didn't know what else to say anymore. He walked towards the door, but as soon as his fingers grazed the doorknob, he was stopped.

"Is your friend Zoe from the executive department?"

"Yes, it's her."

"Stay away from her."

Hearing his warning, Eric sneered. "Hey, I know that you can't be with Rachel now, but that still doesn't give you the right to interfere with my relationship."

Jack didn't bother to react to his words. Instead, he continued, "She isn't as simple as you might think."

As for the rest, he hoped that Eric would be able to get his point.

"Whatever."

Obviously, Eric didn't listen to him. Instead, he asked for a day's leave from the director and went to the hospital.

It had never occurred to Rachel that Eric would come to the hospital to see her. The man always seemed like he lived under the rock. If she didn't tell him what had happened to her, he wouldn't be able to find out on his own. Without wasting another minute, Eric rushed into her ward and looked her up and down.

"Where did you hurt yourself?" he demanded. "Why didn't you call me?"

Rachel patted him on the back of his hand. "On my waist, but it's fine now."

Eric sighed in relief as he sat down on the chair located beside her bed. He crossed his legs. "Oh, I thought it was something serious," he murmured. "You'll be fine after resting for a few days."

"Seriously? You think that it's nothing serious? You want to give it a try?"

Even if she sat for just a few seconds, she would feel sore and uncomfortable. Given her state, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to recover until a month.

"If a man's waist would get injured, then he'll be laughed at." Eric peeled an orange and placed the half into his mouth. Upon remembering that Rachel was there, he offered the other half to her.

"No thanks. You can eat the rest."

The steamed buns she had eaten were enough to make her full for the day.

"Did the doctor say when you can leave the hospital?" "Tomorrow."

Although the doctor didn't say anything, Rachel felt that she didn't need to stay in for too long for such a minor injury.

"Call me when you'll leave the hospital. I'll drive you home." Eric glanced at his watch. He looked as if he was waiting for something.

It was strange to see him so agitated.

Rachel frowned, stopping him when he was about to go. "Where are you going?" she asked, pretending to be disappointed. "You've only been here for a few minutes.

You acted so touching a while ago, but it seemed that it was all fake."

"Fake?"

Eric looked down, suddenly ashamed. "I really have an appointment with a friend of mine. I promise to pick you up tomorrow."

"I'm just kidding. You can go." She bit back a laugh.

However, she was also curious as to who his friend was, and why he was in such a hurry.

Just as she had expected, the doctor came to her ward the next day and allowed her to leave the hospital. However, she needed to put aside some of her work for a while. After all, her waist needed some time to recover.

Back when she was still overwhelmed with work, Rachel had thought how great it would've been to take a whole week off just so she could lie in bed all day long.

Now, it seemed that she finally had her chance.

But as she lied in bed at her home, she found that she needed a friend to help her pass the time.

Therefore, she called Celia over and asked her to come to her apartment so that they could chat.

"Rachel, I don't think I'll have the time to go there," Celia said weakly. It was far cry from her energetic voice.

"What's wrong?"

Celia had always been a bubble of energy. Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, wondering if she was sick.

"I'm fine. I'll call you later okay?"

Celia's voice has gotten lower and lower by each word. At the end, all she could hear was a loud bang. "Celia?" she called, but there was no answer.

'Did something happen?'

In a hurry, Rachel forgot about her injured waist and sat up. The sharp pain made her dizzy, but she quickly steadied herself.

She held her phone tightly and called out to Celia again and again.

Finally, someone else's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello? Are you a friend of the owner of this phone? She fainted in the coffee shop, and was sent to the hospital. Her phone was left here."

"Which hospital is it?"

Sure enough, she was right. Enduring the pain, Rachel got out of bed and changed her clothes. Without missing a beat, she rushed to the hospital.

In the emergency room, Celia was receiving her general check-up. Rachel was so anxious that she kept pacing back and forth. All sorts of pain coming from her hips were left forgotten.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder causing her to jump up. When she turned around, she saw that it was Jack. Rachel frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Marcus tried calling Celia, but the waiter was the one who answered."

At the sight of her pale face, his lips twitched. "You haven't recovered yet. Why are you here."

"I'm really fine..." Seeing how his face had darkened at her words, she felt that it was wise to shut up and sit down on the bench.

Marcus had been peering through the door of the emergency room. His face was gloomy and his forehead was creased worriedly. The moment the door opened, he rushed towards the doctor. "Doctor, how's Celia?"

"She's fine. She just fainted because of hypoglycemia."

Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555