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.

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

them tea and

his cup and blew his tea as his

second round very seriously. He carefully considered every step

didn’t give enough attention to the game. His mind

he asked, "Dad, are you serious about what

with amusement. He probed,

and Rachel," Jack

and only

answer. He would find a way to divorce Rachel once

be completely free from each other

Jack wondered why his father mentioned this matter all of

became apprehensive. Maybe his father got a few

his son, lost in his thoughts. He did not expect him to be so

his progress in playing chess, he also became more thoughtful and patient every year. Jonathan

the

in Jack’s eyes. "Has he taken

His finger hovered over the board, deciding his next move. The corner of his lips rose as he placed another piece down. "I

the Wen family. It was time for payback. The family would be engulfed in a

of enemies that

of the other two parties. They only watched in the background as

his father’s sudden interest and was curious to know more. He

for a second before executing his countermove. He was trying to gain

subpar compared to Jack's,

a while and then prodded, "Do you know

Jack muttered, his voice

impossible?" Jonathan gazed at

marriage. He answered, "Once the Wen family is

the death of his loved love, nor would he want a woman who not only hates him but also betrayed him," Jack reasoned,

people are always seeking for trouble. If you dislike someone, just

his gaze, trying to

and Rachel had a chance to be together before. I’ve watched both of you

other woman," Jonathan paused. He shook his head helplessly. "You two are

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