Stuck in you

"I wouldn't even care if the woman was a street cleaner. I just want you to find someone who really loves you," Jonathan said.

After a thoughtful moment of silence, Jack said, "Father, most street cleaners are over forty years old nowadays..."

When his father heard that, he almost spat the tea out of his mouth. After clearing his throat, he said sullenly, "That's not the point!"

"Then... since you already agreed on our divorce, why should I spend a year with Rachel?"

Instead of answering him directly, Jonathan stood up and walked over to the desk. He fished through the drawer until he found a certain piece of paper, which he took out and put it in front of Jack.

The title at the top of the page, which was in bold, caught Jack's attention. He looked at the divorce agreement and his fingers tightened.

Jonathan sat down again, and said, "You should sign this agreement first. I'll prepare another one for Rachel and let her sign it later."

He placed a pen in front of Jack, but the latter was in no hurry to sign. He was carefully reading through the contents of the agreement.

There was nothing unusual in it. Jack didn't care about the money or the property that they would compensate Rachel with. He read through the provisions of the agreement, one after another.

He finally found something in the document that made him raise his eyebrows. There was no date on which the agreement would take effect.

But that was exactly what his father wanted.

Jack said, "The agreement has no date to say when it will take effect."

With a smile on his face, the old man said, "It will come into force exactly one year after you sign your name."

Squinting at his father, Jack said, "Why should we wait until a year later?"

"Didn't I tell you? I have a request."

Jack nodded, and said, "Tell me."

"For the next year, I want you to live with Rachel and take good care of her. Even if you are despised and abused by her, you can't lose your temper at her, scold her, or move out."

Jack got angrier with every word his father said. What the hell was the crazy idea behind this? He would be forced to live with Rachel before the divorce!

"Oh, yes. Additionally, you can't be involved with any woman except Rachel!" Jonathan added smilingly.

Jack's mouth was twitching with disbelief. He replied coldly, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not kidding. Seriously, if you can agree to this, I'll have the document sent to Rachel for her signature."

"Don't you

man nodded seriously, and

leaned back, and said after a pause,

old man said, "If I were you,

sure that when Rachel sees this agreement, she won't hesitate to sign

still kept his poker

her a lot. A young girl just twenty years of age blundered into this loveless

made such a strong gesture as he emphasized his point that he knocked against his

her for spending five years in vain? Think about it. You should compensate her for a year. Then you can be free." Having said that, Jonathan stood up and turned around. "I'm going to take a

at a loss for words. He had never known his father to be so talkative before. His father would make quite a good

his energy, he could continue to fight well for the business for more than ten

him a headache. He felt as if there was a big cake in front of him,

reach his prize, but he hadn't been able to find the way. He couldn't resist

what was in Jack's mind. He had presented this cake

to Jack whether to fall for it

really free to

and leaned back, lost

'A

who really loves

who really loves me?' Jack didn't understand why his father had become

he would marry in the end, but he would certainly

at all. How could he suddenly fall in love

What a joke!

that moment. What Celine couldn't give him, he wouldn't get from Rachel. But he didn't

alone, she took more

They were all relieved to see that she was in good spirits despite

seldom asked for leave, but in the

towards Rachel changed a lot. The sense

left, Mindy whispered to Rachel,

thought for

eyes and pointed her fingers in the air. She then showed

a smile, "No. You're imagining too much. I don't believe

happening to you. It's not about whether you believe it or not. Look at what you've

sick. How often does that happen to a person? Too many bad things happened

or not, you'd

"Pray?"