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

that the child would suddenly burst into anger and annoy the two

obediently sitting on the sofa. But something seemed

the sofa and ran towards her direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried in glee. "Rachel! I want to

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

earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and Tracy. He was so close to pulling

her parents-in-law, "Excuse

blushed and lowered his head. Jonathan was amused by his innocent look. "It's alright,

the boy away, he sighed. "He is

glanced at him. She didn't care whether

was as cunning as a fox. She had slept beside him for so many years,

to their divorce before, but he suddenly changed his

had promised to persuade Rachel if she didn't agree. His son was too smart

that his son was waiting for the

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

and a little angry by what he

from the bathroom, he saw Jack descending

long as you agreed, she would have no

she refuse to tell you, or

just said she's willing to

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

processed what his father had just said. He clenched his teeth and asked coldly, "Why would

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

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

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

kept 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 one to bring her

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

about it

had a funny feeling that what she

dinner table, there were only five of them. The Fu family hadn't felt the presence of a child for a long

care at the table.

because he was shy and hesitant around strangers, wanting

wasn't picky at all. He ate whatever Johnathan handed over to

much better than when he was in the hospital. Celia and his nanny

forced or threatened

he often

her forehead, not understanding the sudden worried looks he was flashing in her