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.

went to Rachel's room and knocked on the door. Three gentle taps on the door was enough to catch

Lea about the things that had been currently happening in her life. "I'm so disappointed in you," said Lea. She couldn't

guilty that she didn't tell her friend right away. She was about to talk, when she suddenly heard someone

reassured her friend. She looked at

what I'm talking about! Your messy relationship. What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel." "Who in their right mind would agree to something like that?"

everything, but now was not a good time. She didn't even have the

left speechless. 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

curls from her usual ponytail gently flowed over her shoulders against the silk cloth. Her

like that, Jack was reminded of

She knew that Jack wanted something but it seemed as

stood straight. He coughed, his hands pressing against his lips and said, "I need to buy

medicine do you need? All the pharmacies are

his head to show her the wound. "I need

until Jack opened up about it. Now that she had seen it properly, it was more serious than she

go down

doctor. Perhaps the wound was making him stupid and

downstairs. Her slender and smooth legs

head to conceal his

made him wonder how many times the housekeeper came by every month. Jack snickered

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

emergency. She always made sure that her medicine cabinet was fully stocked,

wound. "How did you get yourself hurt?" she asked. Talking to the patient while you were treating

It was bigger than she imagined. Jack came

her fair and beautiful neck

in his thoughts when she held his head. When he felt her

his wound.

should be more

injured, Jack was lucky enough to get out of the car on time. Any longer and

He tried to look elsewhere, but her face was so close to his that he couldn't help but look at her from time

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

took less than three minutes to finish applying medicine to his wound. "Don't let water into your wound until it's

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

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

down to her shoulders and made her look all the more attractive. She was dressed

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

there, looking at him with her

her slender and shapely shoulders. He caressed

lowered his head and a tempting coldness greeted his nose. He really wanted to ask her

look at her, he