Trapped In Lace

"What? You are at my door right now?" Rachel asked in surprise.

"Of course! Are you at home or not?" Lea spat.

Rachel pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the time. It was 10 p.m.—too late for Lea to be out of the house, at any rate. With a slight feeling of unease, she dropped the call, stood up, and turned toward Jack. "I'll be right back. Wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Rachel opened the wardrobe door and took out a suit of clothes. She bit off the tag with her mouth and looked at Jack. "I need to change my clothes. Can you go out first?"

Jack didn't answer. All of a sudden, he dropped the towel on the table and said in a low voice, "Rachel, why don't you tell Lea that you're here now and that you'll be living here in the future?"

He heard and understood the phone conversation between the two just now.

Rachel stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "I...I haven't figured out how to tell her."

"That's just one sentence. How hard could it be?"

Lips pursed, she ducked her head slightly and said in an uncertain tone, "I don't know what to say. Besides, it's really late, but Lea still came. She must have something to tell me, so I..."

She suddenly stopped, biting her lower lip in uncertainty.

After a while, Jack said, "You don't need to change your clothes. I'll pick Lea up and bring her here."

The sound-controlled light in the corridor would go out every five minutes, so Lea kept

, "What are you busy with?"

"I'm currently working on a project that couldn't be signed immediately. The client usually requires a jar of wine when we meet up. Every time, he says that he would talk about business at the table, but he always ends up not talking about it."

"Did he like the wine that you sent him?"

"Maybe. I had no choice."

Jack wanted to ask Henry to see if he could somehow help out, but then, the voices from the master bedroom started escalating, and the content of their conversation had become more outrageous.

His face darkened.

So he didn't have the chance to say anything further. He hurriedly hung up the phone, stood by the door of the master bedroom, and said slowly, "Lea, it's getting late. I'll drive you back."

It would be wise to keep her at an arm's length from Rachel from now on. How could a woman, who was already a mother of a child, instill such thoughts into someone else so carelessly?

He didn't want to interrupt the conversation between the two women, but he heard Lea's voice clearly saying, "Men before marriage are totally different from how they are after they marry. Hey, we women can also make money, and being single is a lot more chic and liberating than being tied to someone. Why do we have to marry men? We have to take care of them and give birth to their children. Why do we have to suffer like this? If we really want a child, we might as well just go to an orphanage and adopt one!"