Stuck in you

Chapter 49 Divorce Proposal

Jack was sly as a fox. He did not visit home just to chat idly and play chess with his father.

Knowing that his son came for a reason, Jonathan took advantage of him without qualms. However, as the game progressed, he saw himself regretting his attempts.

He was determined to win, but his efforts fell in vain. He didn’t understand what was happening. His brain might have deteriorated immensely, or his son was just too smart!

Jonathan found it hard to keep up. His pieces collapsed one by one. At one point, he almost locked his pieces on a checkmate.

Quickly realizing his error, he retrieved the piece he just laid and moved it to another place on the board.

'If I didn't move the piece to another place, Jack would win the game with a few steps,' Jonathan thought. When he raised his head, he saw Jack holding a black piece and staring at him with a frown.

Caught red-handed, Jonathan explained in a calm voice, "I’m already old. My hand was trembling and dropped it in the wrong place."

He recently learned that his old age came with perks and used it as an excuse to gain an advantage.

Jack placed the piece he was holding on the board casually. He figured his father was desperate to win the game.

The game status suddenly reversed. Jonathan, who was about to lose within two or three minutes, now had the upper hand in winning. It was obvious that Jack gave the game away.

If he competed earnestly now, maybe he would win.

Jonathan didn't mind that Jack yielded. Instead, he felt happy. Smiling, he sighed, "Oh, you're a smart boy!"

Jack had no recourse, his pieces ultimately getting into trouble.

He ended the game by digging a hole for himself.

Predictably, Jonathan won in the end! Glad that he defeated Jack, Jonathan waved his hand and called for another bout. "Come! Let's play one more round!"

"Father, I'll find you a kindergarten challenger whom you can play with," Jack replied bluntly.

Surprised by his son’s retort, Jonathan became angry. "You’re looking down on me, aren’t you? Why don’t you give me a grandchild instead? That way, I would have someone to play with and not bother you!" he snapped.

Jack chose not to respond. He unhurriedly arranged the chess pieces to play another round.

Within ten seconds of the second game, Jack felt tortured.

skills were awful. ‘What level is this?’ he thought. He remembered that his father used to be very good at this

them tea and

blew his

carefully considered every step to avoid the mistakes he made during

to the game. His

are you serious about

his lips twitching with amusement. He probed, "What did

and Rachel,"

and only

patiently for his father to answer. He would find a

completely free from each other without

note, Jack wondered why his father mentioned this matter all

became apprehensive. Maybe his father got a few tricks up his sleeves,

He did not expect him to be so calm. It seemed Jack had grown

also became more thoughtful and patient every year. Jonathan sighed

going to take actions against the Wen family in a

in Jack’s eyes. "Has he taken over the

his next move. The corner of his lips rose as he placed another piece down. "I wonder

payback. The family would be engulfed in a fierce

his revenge. The Wen family had made plenty of enemies that it was no longer startling someone would rub salt on

interfered with the businesses of the other two parties. They only watched in the background as it didn’t concern

interest and was curious to know more. He took a piece and made a move without weighing

for a second before executing his countermove. He was

compared to Jack's, Jonathan still played with full

then prodded, "Do you

together," Jack

gazed

in other people’s marriage. He answered, "Once

the death of his loved love, nor would he want a woman who not only

young people

gaze, trying to hide his

had a chance to be together before. I’ve watched both

woman," Jonathan paused. He shook his head helplessly. "You two are impossible. Just save your

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