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,"

on her face, trying to rail in

well aware of her temper, he was still pissed off

bathroom and came back 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 could be

he was leaving, so she surprised both of them by throwing the towel to the side and grabbing his hand in panic. "Where

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,"

his arms and comfort her, reassure her of everything, but he just held her in his arms, unable to say a word. How could he say anything when his mind was drifting

cold unexpectedly. But instead of dulling on it, she took out the medicine from the medical cabin at home and drank the medication with some hot water, getting ready for

to come by that

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

head immediately. That month, she had asked for leave several times. "I'll take more medicine at

all her tiredness to the back of her mind, and

she felt. Her head seemed as if it was about

her body sagging in relief. As she was about to check her temperature,

and found Lucas towering over her. She tried to calm her racing heart as she sat up straight. He drew back his hand with a frown on his

hand to her forehead and found that it was indeed a little hotter than earlier. There was no need to take her temperature

opened the drawer and

the glass. She grabbed it from him with a small grateful smile and then put a few pills in

uncomfortable as she had been working, probably because she had been too busy to notice her discomfort, but now that she was calmly sipping water in

took an antipyretic stick and carefully put it on Rachel's forehead, his slender

and since she hadn't been seen or heard

looked up watching the nurse enter the room. It was then that she

why don't you take a break in the afternoon?" she asked as she came

Lucas tested Rachel's temperature. They waited only a moment before the thermometer told them it was over 39 degrees centigrade. Rachel shook her head at Celia's words. "I'll be fine after I

for leave now and

He tried to keep a straight face. "How can you take care of patients when you are sick yourself?" His tone was soft,

was angry at her irresponsible actions, he felt sorry for her. He turned towards the

Celia turned

snapped, "You're not made of

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

then back at Lucas. "It's

him?"

hurt some time ago," Rachel said. Eric got

left behind

thought to herself