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.

on the door. Three gentle taps

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

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,

friend. She looked at the door. "He might have

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 would agree to something like that?" Her voice sounded louder this

really wanted to tell Lea everything, but now was not a

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

she opened the door, 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 the delicate parts of her face, and it made her

he saw Rachel like that, Jack was reminded of the dream he had

his head. She knew that Jack wanted something but it seemed as though he couldn't say anything.

straight. He coughed, his hands pressing against his lips

medicine do you need?

his head to show her the wound.

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

Come on, let's go down so I could help

a doctor. Perhaps

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

lowered his head to

keep himself from thinking about Rachel. Noticing that the windows and the floor were clean made him

move," Rachel commanded. "I'm

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

her hands. She took out the medicine needed to treat his wound. "How did you get yourself hurt?" she asked.

It was bigger than she imagined. Jack came back to his

fair and beautiful neck as

guard when Rachel drew closer to his face. He was lost in his thoughts when she

strands of her hair fell on her face while tending to his wound.

be more careful next

the car on time. Any

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

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

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

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

neck. It was smooth as porcelain and light as snow. If precious gems could

more attractive. She was dressed in a silk night gown, looking at him with those innocent eyes

to her. He moved his hands

looking at him with her

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

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

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