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.

room and knocked on the door. Three gentle taps on the door was enough

currently happening in her life. "I'm so disappointed

felt guilty that she didn't tell her friend right away. She was about to talk, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on her door. There was nobody else in the house, so she

Rachel reassured her friend. She looked at the

What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel." "Who in their right mind would agree to something like that?" Her voice sounded louder this time. She must be

wanted to tell Lea everything, but now was not a good time. She didn't

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 up before

hint of curls from her usual ponytail gently flowed over her shoulders against the silk cloth. Her beautiful hair highlighted the delicate parts

that, Jack was reminded of the dream he had

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

back into earth, Jack stood straight. He coughed, his hands pressing against his lips and said, "I need to buy some medicine. Do you

do you need? All the

show her

Jack opened up about it. Now that

let's go down

a doctor. Perhaps the wound was

followed Rachel downstairs. Her slender

his head to conceal

turned his attention to almost everything to keep himself from thinking about Rachel. Noticing that the windows and the floor were clean made him wonder how many times the housekeeper came by every month. Jack snickered at how pathetic it was that he would think of

couch and don't move," Rachel commanded. "I'm going to

sure that her medicine cabinet was fully stocked, and

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

wound. It was bigger than she imagined. Jack came back to his senses when he

to look at her fair and

to his face. He was lost in his thoughts when she held his head. When he felt her slightly cold fingers rubbing against his

hair fell on her face while tending to his wound. She tucked her hair behind her ear and began tending to

should be more careful next

to get out of the car on time. Any longer and he would've suffered a

let her tend to his wound in silence. He tried to look elsewhere, but her face was so close to his that he couldn't help but look

far worse than this. All she had to do was clean his wound and apply the

wound. "Don't let water into

his dream. It was the same dream he had

off her neck. It was smooth as porcelain

more attractive. She was dressed

gave in to his desire. He slowly reached out to her. He moved his hands from her shoulders to

lay there, looking at him

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

nose. He really wanted to ask her where the fragrance came

her, he saw that she was staring at