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

into anger and annoy the two

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

from the sofa and ran towards her direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided

she should laugh or cry.

to the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to

said to her parents-in-law, "Excuse

head. Jonathan was amused by

the boy away, he sighed. "He is such

at him. She didn't care whether the boy was lovely or not. He was someone else's

She had slept beside him for so many years, and knew

before, but he suddenly changed his mind. It was

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

his son was waiting for the perfect moment to approach

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

a little angry

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

long as you agreed, she would have

do you mean by that? Did she refuse to tell you, or

she's willing to get divorce

with a cynical

widened his eyes and paused for a brief moment. His face darkened after he processed what his father had just said. He clenched his teeth

you earlier that before divorcing her, you

for once? Why does it matter? You

child's voice was faintly heard in the distance. Johnathan smiled, "Either you stay together or accept my request, Jack. You, out of all people, should know that nothing comes

at this elegant woman and whispered to his father, "She will never agree. You need to be the one

She turned to Johnathan, frowning. "Dad, do you have something to

about it after dinner. Let's

had a funny feeling that what she was about to hear

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

such, Mendes received special care at the table. The cook had prepared several of his

was shy and hesitant around strangers, wanting to give off a good

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

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

or threatened

he often behaved very

forehead, not understanding