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.

door. Three gentle taps on

life. "I'm so disappointed in you," said Lea. She couldn't believe that Rachel

about to talk, when she suddenly heard

this later," Rachel reassured her friend. She looked at the door. "He might have something

is exactly 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

to tell Lea everything, but now was not a good time. She didn't even have the chance to tell her

now. She might lose her cool if she learned something worse

night gown. Her long hair with a hint of curls from her usual ponytail gently flowed over her shoulders against the silk cloth. Her

like that, Jack was reminded of

wound on his head. She knew that Jack wanted

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

you need? All the pharmacies

her the wound. "I

had already noticed it earlier but decided to wait until Jack opened up about it. Now that she had seen it properly, it was more serious than

let's go down

that Rachel was a doctor. Perhaps the wound was

downstairs. Her

head to conceal

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

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

sure that her medicine cabinet was fully stocked, and her first aid

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

forehead, revealing the wound. It was bigger than she imagined. Jack came back to his senses when he realized that Rachel

could not resist to look at her fair and beautiful neck as Rachel dipped

off guard when Rachel drew closer to his face. He was lost in his thoughts when she held his head. When he felt her slightly cold fingers rubbing

to his wound. She tucked her hair behind her ear and

be more careful next

Jack was lucky enough to get out of the car on time. Any longer and he would've

but her face was so

She had seen injuries far worse than this.

to his wound. "Don't let water into your wound

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

not take his eyes off her neck. It was smooth

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

finally gave in to his desire. He slowly reached out to her. He moved his

lay there, looking at him

left shoulder of her night gown, revealing her slender and shapely shoulders.

He really wanted to ask her where the fragrance came from and why he had

he raised his head to look at her, he saw that she was staring at