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

burst into anger and annoy the two elders. It would not make a

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

laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried in glee. "Rachel! I want

cry. She understood the embarrassed situation

there," she 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

her

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

took the boy away, he sighed.

care whether the boy was lovely or not. He

as a fox. She had slept beside him for so many years, and knew

never agreed to their divorce before, but he suddenly changed his mind.

didn't agree. His son was too smart to

the perfect

her hand. "Don't

a little angry by what

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

as you

refuse to tell you, or did you not explain to

willing to get divorce if you agree,"

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

he processed what his

told you earlier that before divorcing

remembered the request and glared at his father. "Can you stop torturing me for once? Why does it matter?

accept my request, Jack. You,

elegant woman and whispered

mouth wide open. She turned to Johnathan, frowning. "Dad,

about it after

had a funny feeling that what she was about to

there were only five of them. The Fu family

the table. The cook had prepared several of his favorite

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 handed over

and his nanny always had

that Mendes didn't like being forced or threatened

he often

Jack kept glancing at her. She lowered her forehead,