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.

knocked on the door. Three gentle taps on the door was

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

right away. She was about to talk, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on her door.

about this later," Rachel reassured her friend. She looked at the door. "He

with you? You've been acting weird lately, Rachel." "Who in their right mind would agree to something like that?" Her

later, 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 her about

she learned something worse about Rachel. Lea finally gave up and dropped the call. "Go ahead," she snorted. Rachel straightened herself up before

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

Jack was reminded of the dream he had

the wound on his head. She knew that Jack wanted something but it seemed as though

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

What kind of medicine do you need? All the pharmacies are

show her the wound. "I need

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

on, let's go

Perhaps the wound was

followed Rachel downstairs. Her slender

lowered his head

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

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

her medicine cabinet

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

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

fair and

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

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

be more careful next

the car on time. Any longer and

his wound in silence. He tried to look elsewhere, but her face was so close to his that he

was not that hard for Rachel. She had seen injuries far

"Don't let water

night, Rachel reappeared in his dream. It was the

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

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

reached out to her. He moved his hands from her

at him with her pure

untangled the strings on the left shoulder of her night gown, revealing her slender and shapely

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

look at her, he saw that she was staring at him