Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 132: Didn’t She Slap on You?

Rachel didn’t know how to free herself from Kenneth’s arms. He pushed his luck and leaned down to

kiss her.

She turned her face away. The man’s kiss fell on her cheek naturally.

“That’s enough, Kenneth. Why you’re always in charge of everything? Have you ever thought of my

feelings?”

She stared at him with tears.

In fact, she didn’t know exactly what she was angry about. She just felt bad. She had been longing for

those words for so long and now she got what she wanted from him. Even if what he said was taught

by others, it was pretty enough to delight her. But she knew that the man never really understood her.

What he understood was himself only.

He didn’t care about her, and that’s why he had ignored her for three years. Once he changed his mind,

he was determined to have her. What could he do if she was reluctant to stay by his side?

What on earth had he ever understood?

Kenneth watched her silently, his eyes darkened. He wiped tears for her gently and said, “Don’t cry. I

just told you my thought. You have the right to choose.”

He paused, sliding his fingers down to her jaw and lifting her head, “When we divorced, you asked me

with the settlement whether I love you. If I said yes, would you still break up with me?”

Rachel was stunned. Her eyes welling up with tears reflected the man’s beautiful face. She remained

silent for a while, almost in a daze.

After quite a long while, Kenneth frowned anxiously and called her name, “Rachel?”

Her moisturized eyelashes fluttered. After crying, the tip of her nose and her face blushed. She said

with a sense of mockery lying in her nasal voice, “Well, you get quite a quick mind. How can you

confirm that I love you even if I say I will stay? Do you think this kind of testing is funny? Tell me, how

much could I trust you if you said yes then? Which one I should believe? My feelings for the past three

years, or your one simple word?”

Kenneth pinched his thin lips tightly together. His anxiety calmed down. He held her close, his chin on

her head. “No matter which one you choose. I won’t leave you anymore,” he said.

This was his promise. He had the patience for her. There was still time.

Rachel lost her thoughts for a few seconds, then frowned a bit. It was funny and yet helpless. What

made it funny was she herself. She loved him so much but now she was scared of him.

What made it helpless was that it looked like the mature man was not empathetic enough to

understand her inner feelings, and she didn’t know whether he was pretending to be innocent.

She was supposed to be angry and scold him hard, but she had no energy and wasn't in the mood for

it. Cooling down, she patted his arms around her and complained, “Thanks to you for getting my new

hospital dress wet. You’d better change your wet clothes soon.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kenneth left his arms immediately and helped her lie down. “Take a rest for a while. Don’t go anywhere.

I’ll be right back soon,” he said.

Rachel turned her back to him as soon as she lay on the bed. She said nothing but a feeble utterance.

He tucked her up and went out of the room.

When she heard the door closed, Rachal turned back slowly. Her eyes gazed at the ceiling and then

closed. The unspeakable pain and sadness flowed into her heart.

Was she asking for too much?

Kenneth stood for a moment on the roadside, lost in thoughts. He wanted to take out a cigarette as

usual, but then he realized he had left it in the car. He stood there for another short while and then

called Geoffrey.

“Oh, man. What is it at nap time?” came Geoffrey’s lazy voice on the phone.

“I told her.” Kenneth loosened his tie a bit. No emotion could be told in his deep eyes.

“…”

There was no further response from the other side. Geoffrey seemed to be stunned and it took a few

seconds to go back to the conversation.

He gave a mocking smile, “You told her? Didn’t she slap on you?”

Kenneth put his hand into the pocket, watching the rain outside. He stood straight, whispered, “No. But

she didn’t look happy.”

Geoffrey burst into laughter. He laughed a while and asked, “And she didn’t say anything?”

Surely, she won’t be happy. If he talked to her a few days before, probably there was no divorce, not to

mention the mess that followed.

Looking at the distance, Kenneth squinted his eyes in a daze. After a moment’s silence, he retold

Rachal’s response in simple words.

Of course, he knew what she meant, literally and figuratively. It was just not the answer he wanted.

That’s why he felt a sense of loss.

Geoffrey comforted him in a gloating tone, “So, it sounds like she wouldn’t accept you easily whether

she admits her affection. Well, a long way to go, bro. You deserve it. But just think about your wife and

your children, then everything you suffer is worthwhile.”

Although, it was him who should be jealous.

Geoffrey also wanted a complete family, but he had nothing at all. God damn it!

…

Lying on the bed, Rachel could not fall asleep for she was so excited when thinking about Kenneth’s

words.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. She calmed herself down and put on a cold look, lying

there absolutely motionless.

The smell of meals caught her attention. She glanced towards the door and noticed the man’s shirt.

She frowned at once, “Why didn’t you changed your clothes? It’s getting chilly. You can’t expect me to

feel sorry if you catch a cold.”

Kenneth put the dried clothes on her bedside, turned around, and opened the lunch box for her. He

smiled faintly, “I took a walk and it’s dried already. Besides, there are no clothes for me to change. Sit

up. You should eat something.”

Rachel wanted to answer back that he as a chairman could afford a thousand suit. But she forbore

from doing so.

Why she should say it out? Who cared if he changed clothes or not? She was not the person who may

suffer anyway.

She raised herself on her elbows and rested against the headboard like a good girl, without any

arguments.

Kenneth raised his eyebrows and asked, “Should I help you eat?”

Rachel blushed and bit her lips. “I can do it by myself.”

She snatched the lunch box from his hand, looked down at the dish, and poked it with her chopsticks.

Actually, she had no appetite. She merely didn’t want to argue with him. It was useless and

meaningless.

After taking a couple of bites, she raised her head and looked at his fine-lined figure. “I feel better now.

I’ll take a snap and then go back home in the afternoon. So, if you’re busy, then…”

“So do I. We are on the same way,” he interrupted her, without lifting his head from the meal which he

was eating attentively on the chair.

She froze and didn’t say anything.

Rachel reached home in the afternoon. Teresa was frightened by her scar on her forehead. She asked

what happened as she was concerned about her condition.

Rachel didn’t want her mother to ask too much. She shoved the pregnancy test report into her mother’s

hand and went back to her room directly. She made a call to Lillian at once.

“Oh, babe. I’m busy outside. I’ll call you back later,” said Lilian at a fast speed. She almost hung up.

Rachel narrowed her eyes, said in a sullen and cold voice, “Lilian Chou, don’t you ever expect to

contact me next time as long as you hang me up.”

“…”

Lilian surrendered. She giggled on the phone, “Oh my babe, my sweetheart… Are you going home

right now? Or still out with Kenneth…”