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

anger and annoy the two

she saw Mendes obediently sitting on the sofa. But something seemed to bother him.

little legs glided

didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. She understood the embarrassed situation the boy was in and took his

nodded repeatedly. He had wanted to go to the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to

her

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

away, he sighed. "He is such a funny and

at him. She didn't care whether the boy was

had slept beside him

never agreed to their divorce before, but

son was too smart to

was waiting for the perfect moment to

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

and a little

bathroom, he saw Jack descending down the stairs. He asked

that as long as you agreed, she would have

tell you, or did you not explain

"She just said she's willing to

furrowed his eyebrows and said with

face darkened after he processed what his father had

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

once? Why does it matter? You

accept my request, Jack. You, out of all people, should know that nothing comes

at this elegant woman and whispered

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

can about it after dinner.

feeling that what she was about

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

care at the table. The cook

well-mannered. But that was because he was shy and hesitant around strangers, wanting

eat. He wasn't picky at all. He ate whatever

Celia and his nanny

Rachel found that Mendes didn't like being forced or threatened to do anything. He preferred to be approached with

someone spoiled him, he often behaved

She lowered her forehead, not understanding the