Stuck in you

Rachel wanted to tell Jack that Celine had come to give her problem a few times, but she decide otherwise.

It was better to stay silent because she knew that even if she said something right now, Jack would never believe her.

"All right," she simply said.

Celine, on the other hand, finally gave up on calling Jack and decided to leave his house.

She drove aimlessly and without a destination in mind. She wanted to look for Jack, but she had no clue where to start looking. If he had just picked up her call, she wouldn't be crying right now.

'Is he planning to break up with me?' Celine shook her head at the thought. Jack was not the type of person who would treat her like this without good reason. If he wanted to break up, he would've said it to her face to face.

Unbeknownst to Celine, the real reason that Jack became so cold to her was because he didn't have the time to talk to her in person yet.

She guessed that he was avoiding to meet her because she had lied to him the other day.

She wanted to apologize to him sincerely.

She was willing to do anything to have him back.

But there was a faint voice at the back of her head telling her that this time was different and that he had never treated her like this before.

She tried to keep her focus, but her mind was too clouded.

She didn't know where else she could go, so she drove to a bar.

Neon lights were flashing in front of the bar. She held her phone in her trembling hands. "One last call," she sighed.

Still no one answered her call. She began pounding the steering wheel while screaming, "Why won't you pick up the call? Damn you, Jack!"

Celine took deep breaths to calm herself down. If she lost her cool, it would be all over for her. She looked at the bar in front of her and she remembered her old tricks—she could date another man to make Jack jealous. With this in mind, she devised a plan.

Celine pursed her lips and put on her lipstick. She stared at herself in the rearview mirror and wore a playful smile. Then she called the guy who invited her to the yacht the other day.

"Hi Aaron," she whispered to her phone. The light from the bar glinted in her eyes, and the sound of voice was enough to make any man feel weak. "Would you mind doing me a favor?"

During this time, Jack was staying at Rachel's—their wedding house. He barely visited this house.

He made a short call to his assistant and instructed him to send his stuff over. His assistant arrived with his belongings before nightfall.

Before going into the shower, he remembered that he had a wound on his head. His assistant didn't bring him any liquid medicine.

If he wanted medicine, he had to go buy some. The problem was, he didn't know where the pharmacy was so he thought Rachel could help him.

and knocked on the door. Three gentle

the room, Rachel was talking to Lea about the things that had been currently happening in her life. "I'm so disappointed in you," said Lea. She couldn't believe that Rachel would

was about to talk, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on her door. There was nobody else in the house, so she figured that it

looked at the door.

her tongue. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! Your messy relationship. What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel."

Lea everything, but now was not a good time. She

She couldn't imagine the trouble that her friend was going through right now. She might lose her cool if she learned something worse about Rachel. Lea finally gave up and dropped the call. "Go ahead," she snorted. Rachel straightened herself

she was already wearing a white night gown. Her long hair with a hint of curls from her usual ponytail gently flowed over her shoulders against the silk cloth. Her beautiful hair highlighted

Jack was reminded of

harder to think with the wound on his head. She knew that Jack wanted something but it

if pulled back into earth, Jack stood straight. He coughed, his hands pressing against his lips and said, "I need to

What kind of medicine do you need? All the pharmacies are closed

show her the

stared at the wound. She had already noticed it earlier but decided to wait until Jack opened up

on, let's go down so I

almost forgot that Rachel was a doctor. Perhaps the wound was

word, he followed Rachel downstairs. Her slender and smooth legs attracted

his head to conceal

windows and the floor were clean made him wonder how many times the housekeeper came

commanded. "I'm going to get

was prepared for this kind of emergency. She always made sure that her medicine cabinet was fully stocked, and

the couch with the first aid kit in her hands. She took out the medicine needed to treat his wound. "How did you get yourself hurt?" she asked. Talking to the patient while you were treating them was part of the procedure. It helped keep them

parted the hair near his forehead, revealing the wound. It was bigger than she imagined. Jack

and beautiful neck as Rachel dipped the

was lost in his thoughts when she held his head. When he felt

face while tending to his wound. She tucked her hair behind her

should be more

of the car on time. Any longer and he would've suffered

his wound in silence. He tried to look elsewhere, but her face was so

that hard for Rachel. She had seen injuries far worse than this. All she had to do was clean his

minutes to finish applying medicine to his wound. "Don't let water into your wound until it's healed," she said as she organized her medicine

night, Rachel reappeared in his dream. It was the same dream he had

eyes off her neck. It was smooth as porcelain and light

ran down to her shoulders and made her look all the more attractive. She was dressed in a silk night gown, looking

his desire. He slowly reached out to her. He moved his hands

just lay there, looking at him

night gown, revealing her slender and shapely shoulders. He caressed her shoulders and felt the softness of

his nose. He really wanted to ask her

look at her, he saw that she was staring