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.

for hygiene could be described as his personal preference, or even

a cup of scented tea and pushed

not too picky when it came to beverages, so he replied, "I'm okay with it." Then, after

true that they had always been at loggerheads, but at this moment, they were being quite friendly with each

a sip of tea to hide her uneasiness. "Um...you said you have

in their relationship from open hostility to mutual cooperation was still a little hard for Rachel to

warm and inviting, except for

carpet. Light poured on the transparent glass tea table, which reflected

her head to one side,

go through with the divorce in advance,"

him with surprise on her face. "Is that

be if you

conversation between the two of them was diplomatic; both of them knew that they were walking a thin line as they had

sip of tea with a faint

Jack had come up with had taken him the whole afternoon to consider. He didn't know why he had such cowardly thoughts in the first place. For the first time in his life, he needed to rely on a woman for

little embarrassed to even ask Rachel for her help. However, he could not think of

comes here, we should pretend to be

didn't

signed the divorce agreement, we still need to figure out whether it can be realized at this time next year. Besides, I want to solve this matter as soon as possible," Jack

confused Rachel even more. 'Why bother with

"Jack...you don't have to do that. If you want, you can

in this marriage for about five years, so she didn't mind waiting one more year for the divorce.

understand why Jack was so concerned about the matter. It was only then that

a hurry to marry Celine?" she

furrowed across his forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you? The divorce has nothing to do with her,"

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

a moment, Jack was speechless, and then he apologized in a softer tone, "I'm sorry, you're right. I

try to give Rachel any

he had planned to marry Celine

wanted to get a divorce because

believe him. In their eyes, he was completely

that although the marriage failed to stop him from dating other women, he would feel trapped on the

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

was stepping into a huge trap. "Will Dad believe