Trapped In Lace

Although Rachel didn't react when she saw the news that Jack had dated many young models at that time, deep inside her heart she was very angry that she wanted to tear him apart. And never did she expect that the woman would take the initiative to come to her now.

Jack came back with some fried chicken and freshly squeezed juice in his hands. He put them on the table and said, "I didn't expect that this kind of business would do well in this place. They have so many customers."

He pushed the juice in front of her and handed her the disposable gloves. He carefully squeezed the sauce out of the bag and poured it into the small plate. Seeing that Rachel was looking at him motionlessly, he smiled and said, "Why you seemed stunned? Don't you want to eat this? It's more delicious when it's hot."

Rachel just gave him a chilly look and said, "I suddenly lost my appetite."

She then picked up her bag and walked towards the door without waiting for Jack to respond.

Pregnant women normally had mood swings. Perhaps she had waited for too long, that was why she got upset. Jack understood, so he immediately followed her. But when he was about to approach her, she pushed him back.

Glancing at him expressionlessly, she snapped, "I don't need your company. I can go home by myself."

When a taxi stopped in front of her, she opened the door, got in, and told the driver, "Please drive."

Jack just watched the taxi driving away helplessly with creased brows. Rac

l on the street, he muttered, "Rachel, what should I do to make you accept me again?"

Scarlett saw that Jack was standing beside a car that wasn't his, struggling to open the door with his car keys.

She came to him and held his arm. "Jack, you are drunk. Let me drive you home."

"Leave me alone!" Jack snapped and shook her off.

Even if he was too drunk, the disgust in his eyes was very apparent. Scarlett looked at him with clenched teeth, but she felt challenged. The more Jack pushed her away, the more she desired to get him.

Since she almost looked like Rachel, she couldn't help wondering why Jack couldn't even look at her while he was madly in love with Rachel.

She couldn't just let this go on. She must do something to get his attention.

When Jack still couldn't open the door, he gave up and staggered to the side of the road, intending to hail a taxi. Scarlett caught up with him again and grabbed his arm. "You can't go home by yourself now. I'll drive you home."

This time, she was well-prepared. So no matter how hard he pushed her away, her hand remained to hold his arm tightly.

Every time a taxi passed by him, and the driver noticed that he was too drunk, none of them stopped. They were afraid that he would vomit in their car, which was very troublesome.

Thus, Jack waited for a long time, but no taxi was willing to give him a ride.

His mind had been gradually overwhelmed by alcohol. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.