Contact All You Want

After being reborn, I stopped preventing Rachel Jackson from having any contact with her childhood sweetheart, Logan Cole. She gave Logan all her salary to pursue his dream, while I used the money I earned through hard work to invest.

She got pregnant and gave birth to a child for Logan in the hospital, so I bought a train ticket to leave the small town.

Later, she said she would agree to marry me as long as I agreed to adopt Logan's child. Unfortunately, I had already made my first million dollars by relying on the memories of my previous life.

In this life, I chose to fulfill their wishes and enjoy a good life myself.

Chapter 1

"Luke Carson, you've always performed well in our workshop, but we haven't made much of a profit this year. As an old-time employee of ours, I'm sure you can understand this decision, right?"

Hearing the familiar words, I could not help but feel dazed for a moment.

Just a second ago, I was lying alone on a hospital bed in pain, sorrowfully waiting for death. Now, I was transported back to more than 30 years ago.

Looking at the fake smile of the workshop manager, Eric Babel, in front of me, a pang of bitterness welled up in my heart. At the same time, a wave of ecstasy washed over me. I never expected to have a chance to start over.

A voluntary resignation agreement was put in front of me.

With just those few words, I would lose everything I had.

I stared at him expressionlessly. "My performance and year-end evaluations were all rated as excellent. You weren't the only one who decided I should be laid off, right?"

Rachel Jackson's face flashed across my mind. Although I knew the answer, I still could not hold back.

Mr. Babel looked embarrassed and sighed after a long pause. "Luke, this is your family's matter. I'm just following orders."

He did not explain explicitly, but I knew perfectly well it was Rachel's orders. She had always looked down on me, thinking I had a low level of education and had only gotten into the workshop because of my connections.

On the other hand, she was one of the few college graduates in town and was beautiful.

If it were not for the fact that my mother and her mother were childhood friends and had arranged our marriage when we were young, our lives would never have crossed paths.

She loved her childhood sweetheart, Logan Cole, the high-achieving student who had returned from studying at a prestigious university. There had never been a place for me in her heart.

With this in mind, I suddenly felt much more at ease.

Meeting Mr. Babel's slightly nervous gaze, I smiled slightly. "Okay, Mr. Babel. I'm willing to sign."

Mr. Babel was stunned, seemingly not expecting me to accept so readily.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed. "Luke, why don't you have a good talk with your fiancee? After all, you're quite capable at work. It's a waste to lose your job like this."

I smiled and shook my head before looking out the window. "No need. The world's so big. I want to see it."

Mr. Babel's eyes were filled with more confusion as if he could not understand. "The workshops outside are nice, but ours isn't bad either. Things will get better."

My smile widened.

There was no point explaining it to him. His understanding was still confined to this small town. Little did he know that the current layoffs were just the tip of the iceberg compared to the national situation. Soon, this wave of layoffs would sweep the entire country. It would be too late to think about making a living by then.

I decisively grabbed my personal belongings and my layoff notice, leaving the dormitory. Before I left, I saw the layoff list posted on the bulletin board. My name was on it.

Why was Rachel so eager?

In my previous life, I begged many people and used many methods to stay in the workshop because I did not want to lose the job I depended on for a living. Even more so, I did not want to lose my status as a permanent employee, lest Rachel looked down on me even more.

This decent job was what allowed me to hold my head high in front of Logan.

Rachel was beautiful, had a great figure, came from a good family, and was a top student. You could say she was the dream girl of many men in town. That was why I had always been reluctant to give her up.

During the massive layoffs in my previous life, I managed to squeeze Logan out of the workshop thanks to my good conduct and hard work.

It was around that time that Rachel's attitude toward me became unusually cold. Even after we got married at her mother, Betty Cook's, urging, she never spent the night at home. She preferred to stay in the eight-person dormitory at the workshop rather than share a room with me.

Sadly, we were never intimate even after many years of marriage. We could only catch a glimpse of each other during meetings at the workshop.

Unexpectedly, things changed when she went on a two-year business trip and brought back a two-year-old boy, saying he was an adopted orphan.

Since we did not have children of our own, I did not resist the child much. I treated the boy like my own child, pouring all my heart and soul into him. I would grit my teeth and fulfill his every wish, but he never seemed willing to be close to me.

His favorite thing to do every day was to go see Rachel after school. I just thought it was normal for a child to prefer their mother.

I never imagined that I would only learn the truth in my later years.

For the past 30 years, my nominal wife had been raising another man's child. All those years, all her leaves and business trips were actually spent with Logan.

After Logan lost his job, he unexpectedly caught the wave of the policy.

As for me, to ensure Rachel's focus remained undivided, I became a responsible dad.

I never imagined she would entrust their child to me. While I toiled day and night caring for their child, they traveled across the country, leaving their footprints at almost every famous tourist spot.

My life revolved solely between the workshop and home. Even in Betty's later years, I was the one who cared for her.

The moment I learned the truth, I could not bear the blow and fell seriously ill.

At that moment, I finally understood that nothing was more painful than a broken heart.

I thought that even though Rachel's attitude toward me was cold, I was still her husband. Therefore, I was willing to take care of them. I believed she would eventually see how good I was as long as I was sincere enough.

Even though those around me pitied me, gossiped about me, and ridiculed me, I had no regrets.

Everyone said I did not live like a man. Some even used me as a negative example, saying that this was what happened to a useless man who could not control his wife.

I never took those words seriously. However, as I lay alone in my hospital bed in my last life, barely hanging on, I regretted it.

Rachel brought the child I had raised from infancy to the hospital. She was not here to visit me. It was just that as my wife, she had her obligations to bury me after I died.

The child immediately approached me, asking impatiently, "Dad, where did you put your bankbook?"

I suppressed my discomfort as I opened my eyes and forced out a hateful retort through gritted teeth, "Get lost! I'm not your dad!"

Chapter 2

They wanted to take everything of mine away, but I refused to let them do so.

Long before my health deteriorated, I had already donated everything I had. Even if I died, I would not leave them a single penny.

Even so, my heart was still filled with regret when I looked at those two. Why did I give up my life for a woman? Was a woman really worth wasting a lifetime on?

On my way home, I was stopped by my neighbor, Mary Darcy. Her eyes were filled with envy. "Luke, you're really lucky! I saw Rachel come home with a computer today. They're rare. Let's hurry over. Let me have a look!"

As she spoke, she took my arm and walked home. She also wanted to join in and have a look at the new, exciting things.

I wanted to tell her that there was no need to be so excited. After all, I was well aware that the computer was not prepared for me.

My parents passed away early, so the workshop took back the house that was assigned to my family. It was at that time that Betty took me in, and I began to live under someone else's roof.

Just as the words were on the tip of my tongue, I swallowed them back and let Mary follow me home.

The Jackson family was well-off, so their house was naturally the most impressive in the entire alley. It had three bedrooms, and it was spacious and bright.

Rachel almost always stayed in her dorm and never came home. Today was no exception.

Upon entering the house, I did not see the computer.

Mary looked around, her brow furrowing slightly. Then, she winked at my bedroom as if she just remembered something. "Luke, is it in your room?"

Before I could answer, an excited voice from next door answered her question. "Rachel, you're so good to me! With a computer, I can teach you a foreign language!"

Hearing that, Mary's eyes widened instantly. She grabbed me aggressively and kicked open the door to the next unit.

It was the first time I had seen Rachel since my rebirth. She was gently wiping the sweat from Logan's forehead with a handkerchief.

Seeing me at the doorway, Logan smiled smugly and raised his hand to greet me. "Luke, you're back? Perfect timing! Rachel just gave me a computer. I'll cook for you tonight as a thank you. You should try my cooking!"

Logan was handsome, tall, dashing, and with eyes that shone like stars. He was wearing a suit, a style rarely seen in that era. The collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing his well-defined muscles.

I looked at Rachel again, noticing her slightly protruding belly. I suddenly found my past self incredibly foolish. It was obviously a baby bump, yet I had mistaken it for just weight gain.

Before I could speak, Mary could not hold back any longer. She pointed at the computer and said sarcastically, "Oh dear, I thought something this expensive was a gift from Rachel to her fianc. Turns out, a pretty boy like you snatched it for yourself."

Rachel frowned slightly. "Him? He didn't even graduate from high school. Does he even know what a computer is? Logan is preparing for postgraduate entrance exams and has to tutor me in a foreign language, so he needs this computer even more."

Logan looked down to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with undisguised affection.

Mary keenly sensed something. She opened her mouth but seemed to realize that it was inappropriate. She turned to me, urging me to speak with the look in her eyes.

I glanced at the computer. With memories from my past life, I did not have much desire for it. However, why should I let this pretty boy get away with this?

I smiled slightly. "Isn't he an elite who returned from studying at a prestigious university? Why is he taking the postgraduate entrance exams? Since I have a lower educational background, isn't it more important for me to upskill myself?"

Rachel's face flashed with guilt. She knew she had forced me out of my job, and I indeed needed the opportunity to learn more than Logan, but she replied vaguely, "You're not in a hurry. You can buy one yourself next month when you get paid."

"But you know it's very difficult for me to buy a computer." I retorted directly.

Rachel fell silent.

Under Mary's piercing gaze, Rachel finally could not bring herself to refuse and turned to Logan. "Logan, I'll try to get you another computer in the future, okay?"

Logan's smile vanished instantly. He personally unplugged the computer and placed it at the door, his face grim. "Since Luke dislikes you giving me things, I don't think there's any need to spend money on me anymore!"

With that said, he slammed the door shut.

Back home, Rachel's face was frighteningly sullen. "Are you satisfied now? You're even fighting over a computer. When did you become so materialistic?"

I ignored her and turned on the computer. Once connected to the internet, I would be able to obtain more business opportunities.

Seeing that I was ignoring her, Rachel became even angrier and got up to block the screen. "I'm warning you. Since you've taken the computer, you have to give up the workshop opportunity to Logan!"