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

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

direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried

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

the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to

to her

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

the boy away, he sighed. "He is

She didn't care whether the boy was

cunning as a fox. She had slept beside him

to their divorce before, but

she didn't agree. His son was

the perfect

his wife's worried face, Jonathan quietly patted her

our time?' Tracy was speechless and a little angry by what

saw Jack descending down the stairs. He asked casually, "How

long as you agreed, she would have

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

she's willing to

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

His face darkened after he processed what his father had just said. He clenched his teeth and asked coldly, "Why would you reverse

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

you stop torturing me for once? Why does it

together or accept my request, Jack. You, out of all people, should know that nothing comes for free in

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

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

can about it

that what she was about to

were only five of them. The Fu family

table. The cook had prepared several of his

shy and hesitant

eat. He wasn't

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

being forced or threatened

spoiled him, he often behaved very

at her. She lowered her forehead, not understanding