Stuck in you

Washing dishes was such a simple task that there was no reason for Jack to be wasting so much time on it. Curious to see what he was doing, Rachel stood up and walked toward the kitchen, taking light steps.

She stopped at the door and quietly looked inside. Jack was standing next to the sink, still scrubbing the dishes with detergent.

There were only a few dishes to be washed, but he was treating them as if they were antique treasures, scrubbing them carefully with his slender and beautiful fingers.

This tall man dressed in a shirt and a pair of suit pants was a striking contrast to the warm light of the kitchen.

However, there was something strangely peaceful and soothing about the look of concentration on his face as he washed the dishes. All of a sudden, an image of him wearing an apron popped into Rachel's mind.

She continued to linger at the door and watch Jack as he washed off the detergent, and then rinsed the dishes once more with water.

At this, she frowned. She had always known that he was meticulous, but at this moment, she couldn't help but find him fussy. Were her dishes that dirty? It was not as if they were in a fast food restaurant.

What was more, Jack didn't stop there. After he washed thedishes, he turned and fumbled around the kitchen until he found the automatic disinfection cabinet in the middle of the cupboard.

He squatted in front of it and thought for a while. Then, he reached out and tried pressing several buttons on the disinfection cabinet. After that, as if having made a decision, he nodded and placed the washed dishes inside.

Rachel was completely stunned at this scene.

Since she had grown up in Jack's house, her habits were also more or less prudent, like his.

And yet, it seemed that they had their differences. Having seen enough, Rachel tiptoed back to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"I put the dishes into the disinfection cabinet and sterilized them," he announced as he left the kitchen and sat opposite her.

"Okay," Rachel said, pretending as if she didn't already know. After a while, she couldn't help but add, "I've already had my dishes regularly disinfected."

"So?"

Jack raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I disinfected the dishes just the day before yesterday.

After that, I was the only one who used them, so they wouldn't be..." '...dirty.'

She didn't say the last word, but Jack more or less grasped what was going on in her head.

"I didn't mean to be rude or insulting. It's just a habit of mine," Jack explained.

Even when he had dinner with Celine, he required his housemaid to disinfect the dishes every single time they were used, not just on a regular basis like Rachel did.

as his personal preference, or even a mania.

prepared a cup of scented tea and pushed it in front of him. "I'm used to drinking scented tea, but

it came to beverages, so he replied, "I'm okay with it." Then, after a pause, he added, "I don't think we have to keep being so

at loggerheads, but at this moment, they were being

little embarrassed after hearing his words, so she immediately took a sip of tea to hide her uneasiness.

still a little hard for Rachel to accept, but since Jack was being unusually polite to her, she was following his cue.

and inviting, except for her bedroom, which seemed to be

living room was covered with soft carpet. Light poured on the transparent glass tea table,

to one side, and that

go through with the divorce in

him with surprise

if you

was diplomatic; both of them knew that they were walking a thin line as they

sip of tea with a faint

such cowardly thoughts in the first place. For

help. However, he could not think of any other way either.

my father comes here, we should pretend to be a

Rachel didn't

figure out whether it can be realized at this time next year.

Rachel even more. 'Why bother with the agreement when we've already signed

her fingers, she said reluctantly, "Jack...you don't have to do that. If you want, you can talk to Dad. I'm not in

already been in this marriage for about five years, so

she couldn't understand why Jack was so concerned about the matter. It was

to marry Celine?" she asked

He pursed his lips unhappily and his dashing eyebrows furrowed across his forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you?

is the first time you've told me this,"

and then he apologized in a softer tone, "I'm

didn't try to give Rachel any other excuses.

was true that in the beginning, he had planned to marry Celine as soon as he got

he wanted to get a divorce because he wanted

nobody would believe him. In their eyes, he

to stop him from dating other women, he

be silent, Jack continued, "Anyway, the only thing we need to do is to get along well with each other

she was stepping into a huge