Stuck in you

The man next to Rachel was the one she was meant to give Wendy's message to. She had accepted the task and naturally, she would deliver the message.

As she was working up the nerve to talk, carefully crafting her words just in case, Vincent surprised her by saying,

"You look familiar, Ms. Shen."

Rachel watched him with slight astonishment. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes focus intently on the road. "Are you working in a hospital?" he asked, looking towards her before focusing back on the road. "I have seen you several times."

Rachel nodded, "In the New District Hospital."

"Well, that must be it," he muttered quietly. Rachel couldn't help but steal another look at him. This time there was a meaningful look on Vincent's face.

After that the car was silent for a moment. Rachel watched as the road got darker and darker. Vincent didn't seem to mind as he drove on the national highway, preparing to take a detour.

Rachel swallowed and said, "Miss Wen asked me to send a message to you for her."

It would seem like hearing the name of his sister didn't faze Vincent, but Rachel noticed that he tightened his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Okay." He looked calm, almost aloof, as if she had spoken about the weather. "What message?"

It looked as if he didn't care about it at all, Rachel thought. She paused, studying his face before repeating what Wendy had asked her to say. "Stay out of it and go back."

Rachel couldn't make out his expression clearly, but she didn't need to. She felt the atmosphere in the car suddenly changed as the man beside her register her words.

Vincent was trying hard to control his emotions and managed a cold, clipped thank you to Rachel.

It was clear as day that the brother and sister of the Wen family had some issues. After that, the car once again was filled with silence, and it was kept that way. When they arrived at the entrance of the community, Vincent surprised Rachel by saying, "Thank you."

Rachel unfastened the seat belt, but she didn't get out of the car immediately. Something inside her was rooting her to her seat, where she stayed for a while.

They spent a few seconds in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Vincent's fingers rested on the steering wheel, and the engine was still buzzing. A moment later, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I want to ask you a favor, Ms. Shen. If possible, tell her..." He hesitated for a moment. "Never mind." He shook his head slightly as if shaking off the thought, "Thank you for your help today."

Vincent thanked her for the third time, and Rachel couldn't help but notice that the more he thanked her, the stranger she felt. There was no reason for her to interfere. After she got out of the car, she watched the car leave the residential area slowly. Then she turned around and went in.

On the other side, Jack had sent Celine back to her apartment. When they arrived, she stopped making a scene.

Her complaints and anger gradually disappeared after she entered the room. But she still kept shedding tears. Celine sat quietly on the sofa as Jack stood beside her, taking a moment to watch her before speaking up. "You can't say anything until you've dried your tears,"

sobbed as she wiped the tears on her face, trying to rail in her

even though he was well aware of her temper, he was still pissed off

with a warm wet towel. Without a word, he started to erase any trace of tears. While he worked, he noticed her bare shoulders, and thought she

of them by throwing the towel to the side and grabbing his hand in panic. "Where

softened by her actions; he felt his anger evaporating and instead, he sat back down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her softly in his arms. "Don't cry, I won't go,"

her in his arms, unable to say a word. How could he say anything when his

caught a cold unexpectedly. But instead of dulling on it, she took out the medicine from the medical cabin at home and drank

come by that day to get a

herself drinking another glass of water at break. Celia, who had noticed the

for leave several times. "I'll take more medicine at noon. It's

the back of her mind, and putting her mask back on, she hurried back to help stitch up

until noon that Rachel found a quiet moment to herself again. And when she finally stopped to gather her thoughts, she realized just how weak she felt. Her head seemed as if it was about to

body sagging in relief. As she was about to check her temperature, a slender hand gently covered

her eyes and found Lucas towering over her. She tried to calm her racing heart as she sat up straight.

I can feel it. I'm taking my medicine," she explained softly. She raised her hand to her forehead and found that it was indeed a little hotter than earlier. There was no need to take her temperature now; it was

chair, opened the drawer and took out the

her a glass of water, and before she could say anything, he handed her the glass. She grabbed it from him with a small grateful smile and then put a few pills in her mouth, swallowing them

because she had been too busy to notice her discomfort, but now that she

carefully put it on Rachel's forehead, his

or heard by either of them, she gave them some privacy and wait a moment outside before reentering the

Celia raised her hand and knocked before entering. The two people inside looked up watching the nurse enter the room. It was then that she noticed Rachel's forehead and realize that

you take a break in the

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for leave

straight face. "How can you take care of

Even though he was angry at her irresponsible actions, he felt sorry for her. He turned towards the nurse who had

turned

out. Lucas looked at her and snapped, "You're not made of iron. Do you really

whether she wanted to cry or laugh, but she did neither. Instead, she shook her head, a small smile on her face. "You

at Lucas. "It's about time. I want to leave after he

confused. "What's wrong with him?" he

got hurt some time ago," Rachel said. Eric got hurt

the scene of last night, when she was left

things happen,' she thought