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,

the child would suddenly burst into anger and annoy the two elders. It

something seemed to bother him. His little eyes caught hers and

as his little legs glided across the

whether she should laugh or cry.

the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and

her parents-in-law,

his head. Jonathan was amused by his innocent look.

took the boy away, he sighed. "He is such a funny and lovely

to say. She just glanced at him. She didn't care whether the boy was lovely or not. He was someone else's

fox. She had slept beside him for so many

their divorce before, but he suddenly changed his

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

waiting for the perfect moment to approach

wife's worried face, Jonathan quietly patted her hand. "Don't worry. We need

speechless and a little angry by what

bathroom, he saw Jack descending down the stairs.

as you agreed, she

refuse to tell you, or

said she's willing to get divorce if

nodded. He furrowed his eyebrows and said with a cynical smile, "Alright.

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

darkly. "I told you earlier that before divorcing her,

stop torturing me for once? Why does it matter? You promised me that we

stay together or accept my request, Jack. You,

silent for a while. He saw Rachel and Mendes approaching them. He looked at this elegant woman and whispered to his father, "She will never agree. You need to be the

wide open. She turned to Johnathan, frowning. "Dad, do you have something

about it after dinner. Let's

had a funny feeling that what she was about to

there were only five of them. The Fu family

care at the table. The cook had prepared several of

was very well-mannered. But that was because he was shy and hesitant around strangers, wanting to give off a good

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

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

found that Mendes didn't like being forced or threatened to do anything. He

he

kept glancing at her. She lowered her forehead, not understanding the sudden worried looks he was flashing in