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.

sped past Jack,

anger and annoy the two elders. It would not make a

saw Mendes obediently sitting on the sofa. But something seemed to bother him. His little eyes caught hers and he started to

got down from the sofa and ran towards her direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried

cry. She understood the embarrassed situation the boy was in

bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and Tracy. He was so

her parents-in-law, "Excuse

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

boy away, he sighed. "He is

She didn't care whether the boy was lovely or

had slept beside him for so many years,

never agreed to their divorce before, but

persuade Rachel if she didn't agree. His son was too smart to feel something wrong, but remained quiet

the perfect moment

worried face, Jonathan quietly patted her hand. "Don't worry.

a little angry by what he was

When he emerged from the bathroom, he saw Jack descending down the stairs.

as you agreed, she would have no

she refuse to tell you, or did you not explain to her

she's willing to get

his eyebrows and said with a

Jack widened his eyes and paused for a brief moment. His face darkened after he processed what his father had just said. He clenched his teeth and

earlier that before divorcing her, you

once? Why

together or accept my request, Jack.

Mendes approaching them. He looked at this elegant woman and whispered

wide open. She turned to Johnathan, frowning.

it after dinner.

funny feeling that what she was about

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

table. The

he was shy and hesitant around strangers, wanting to give off

took the spoon and started to eat. He wasn't picky at all. He ate whatever Johnathan

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

or threatened to do anything. He preferred

he often

her. She lowered her forehead, not understanding the