Stuck in you

Jack's expression changed. Rachel realized she had probably said too much. "Thank you for your detailed answers."

He smiled awkwardly. "You're welcome." After a pause, he looked at her again and tentatively opened his mouth to speak. "You know, Wendy was weak. If you were in her place, I doubt you would've done the same thing."

Rachel scoffed. Was he serious? "What are you talking about? Me?" Rachel didn't know how to reply to what he had just said. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and gave a small smile. "I'm glad that you think so highly of me. But I'm not exactly like Wendy."

He nodded at her remark, still a little worried. Francis' cast was like a warning to him, and he wanted to prevent any further conflict with Rachel.

What he didn't understand was why Rachel didn't want to file for a divorce. He knew that she was not the type to covet wealth or fame.

On the contrary, Rachel disdained fame. However, she had no intention of divorcing.

It was unreasonable for a woman to be sensible when she was out of her mind. But Rachel wouldn't bother doing anything stupid.

However, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure she wouldn't do that, so he tried to sound her out. If she reflected a lot more about the divorce, then he'd come out with a safer option for the both of them.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted, Jack lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask you something."

Rachel was caught by surprise. She raised her brows for him to continue. "Well? What do you want to ask?"

He glanced at her uncomfortably, his body shifting in hesitance. "What do you think of us getting a divorce?"

Rachel groaned internally, 'Why did he have to mention it again?' On the bright side, it wasn't so serious. She sighed in relief. She thought he would tell her something worse.

Jack always brought this topic up. But her answer was always the same.

"As long as you can persuade Dad, I have no objection."

A gleam flashed across Jack's eyes. "Really? Do you mean it?"

"Yes," she replied curtly.

He thought for a while and nodded in agreement. "Okay, then..."

A knock on the door disturbed their conversation. Jack approached the door to the maid standing outside. She smiled elegantly and gently said, "Mendes is looking for Rachel."

Jack nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll tell her."

Rachel glanced at him quizzically. He told her that Mendes was anxiously looking for her.

past Jack, hurrying

anger and annoy the

the sofa. But something seemed

direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried

breath. She didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. She understood the embarrassed situation the

was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and Tracy. He was so close to pulling his trousers

said to her

amused by his innocent look. "It's alright,

sighed. "He is such a

just glanced at him. She didn't care whether the boy was lovely or not.

slept beside him for so many years, and knew him inside

before, but he suddenly

son was too smart to

waiting for the perfect moment to

quietly patted her hand. "Don't worry. We need

our time?' Tracy was speechless and a little angry by what he

he emerged from the bathroom, he saw Jack descending down the stairs. He asked casually, "How are

long as you agreed, she would

tell you, or did you not explain to her in

to get

nodded. He furrowed his eyebrows and said with

eyes and paused for a brief moment. His face darkened after he processed what his father had just said. He clenched his teeth and asked coldly, "Why would you reverse your

did promise you something," he laughed darkly. "I told you earlier that

his father. "Can you stop torturing me for once? Why does it matter? You promised me that we could already file for a

or accept my request, Jack. You, out of all people, should know

for a while. He saw Rachel and Mendes approaching them. He looked at this elegant woman and whispered

last sentence and gaped with her mouth wide open. She turned to Johnathan, frowning. "Dad, do you have something to say to

it after

a funny feeling that what she was about to hear

were only five of them. The Fu family hadn't felt

the table. The cook had prepared several of his

But that was because he was shy and hesitant

started to eat. He wasn't picky at all. He

much better than when he was in the hospital. Celia and his nanny always had to threaten him in

or threatened to do anything. He preferred to

he often behaved very

across the table Jack kept glancing at her. She lowered her forehead, not understanding the sudden