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,

into anger and annoy

on the sofa. But something seemed to bother him. His little eyes caught hers and

little legs glided across the floor. The boy

know whether she should laugh or cry.

said. Mendes nodded repeatedly. He had wanted to go to the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and Tracy. He was so close to pulling his trousers down in front of him.

to her parents-in-law,

his head. Jonathan was amused by his innocent

sighed. "He is such a funny

glanced at him. She didn't care whether the

beside him for so many

agreed to their divorce before, but he suddenly changed his mind. It

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

his son was waiting for the perfect moment to

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

time?' Tracy was speechless and a little

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

as long as you agreed, she would have no

that? Did she refuse to tell

to get

said with a cynical smile, "Alright. Well,

widened his eyes and paused for a brief moment. His face darkened after he processed what his father had

promise you something," he laughed darkly. "I told you earlier that before divorcing her, you need to complete one

"Can you stop torturing me for once? Why does it matter? You promised me

voice was faintly heard in the distance. Johnathan smiled, "Either you stay together or accept my

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 the

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

can about it after dinner.

funny feeling that what she was

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

care at the table. The cook had prepared several of his

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

started to eat. He wasn't picky

in the hospital. Celia and his nanny always had to threaten him in order for

like being forced or threatened to do anything. He preferred

spoiled him, he often behaved very

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