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

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

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

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

messy relationship. What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel." "Who in their right mind would agree to something like

I promise," Rachel sighed. She really wanted to tell Lea everything, but now was not a good time. She didn't even have the chance to tell

lose her cool if she learned something

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 look all the more

Rachel like that, Jack was reminded of

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

coughed, his hands pressing against his lips and said, "I need

of medicine do you need? All

her the wound. "I

decided to wait until Jack opened up about it. Now that she had seen it properly,

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

that Rachel was a doctor. Perhaps the wound was making him

followed Rachel downstairs. Her slender

head

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 something

Rachel commanded.

this kind of emergency. She always made sure that her medicine cabinet was fully

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

wound. It was bigger than she imagined. Jack

look at her fair and beautiful neck as Rachel dipped the cotton

was caught 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

on her face while tending to his wound. She tucked her

should be more

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

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

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

"Don't let

It was the same dream

not take his eyes off her neck. It was smooth as porcelain and

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

to her. He moved

looking at him with

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 her

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

her, he saw that she was staring at him with