Stuck in you

When he heard that it was about Rachel, Michael rolled his eyes. 'Didn't they sign the divorce agreement already? What's going on?!' he thought.

"Why don't you come and have a drink? It doesn't make any sense to be angry all by yourself, you know," he said after he briefly cleared his throat.

There was a brief silence as Jack considered his offer. "Okay," he replied.

Jack was a powerful man when it came to work and business, but when it came to relationships, it seemed that he was as helpless as everyone else.

It was obvious that he was not aware when he started to develop feelings for Rachel. He was obviously clueless with his own self.

Anger and frustration made him drink as fast as Michael could refill his glass. After a few shots, Michael decided that he couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him by holding his glass down. "I did not tell you to drink alone. Tell me what happened, and I might be able to give you some advice."

He squinted and took a deep breath as he stared at Michael. "What do you want to know?" Jack asked dryly. Michael decided that it was either his natural bad mood or the alcohol.

"First, I want to know why you are upset. Tell me what's bothering you," Michael said calmly.

Michael stretch out a hand to Jack's shoulder and gripped it. He smiled as he raised his eyebrows. "I might be able to give you some advice if you tell me what happened, alright?"

But Jack's manner remained cold. He didn't say a word as he seemed to be in deep thought. He slowly placed his glass on the table and started to lean back in his seat to relax himself.

In the meantime, elsewhere, Rachel felt that something was oddly wrong. It was time for her to rest, but she was still wide awake.

She held a book in her hand but never opened it to read a single page. Instead, her attention was completely drawn by the passing time.

She watched the seconds of the clock as it slowly ticked away. Her mind was completely uninterested with the book in her hand.

When the clock struck 22:32, she became so uneasy that she decided to get out of bed.

She glanced at Jack's room. It was quiet, and there was no sound of any approaching car from outside. Rachel stood on the second floor for a while as she tried to get her mind in order.

She stared at the bandage that still wrapped her injured foot. Her eyes then went to the door of Jack's room once more.

He was really pissed off when he drove away. She realized that it was not appropriate to talk to him like that.

'I think I misunderstood him,' she told herself in self-realization.

Rachel's shoulders suddenly drooped as she slowly stepped backwards to lean against the wall. Her mind was still in a mess. She thought that she should apologize to Jack later.

A short time later, a sudden realization seemed to have brought her back to her senses. She was too ashamed to apologize to him. She played with the phone in her hand for a while.

When she felt that she was at a complete loss, she decided to send Lea a voice message, and sought her advice.

I need to apologize?'

Lea replied to her message. She couldn't understand what Rachel meant. Her

minutes later, Rachel's phone finally vibrated and

even though I don't like Jack, you seem to misunderstand his good intentions for you. I think you should take the initiative to apologize to him. After all,

organize her thoughts. She immediately felt relieved after she read

her phone

her arm suddenly became too weak

at me?' she wondered to

another call, but Jack still didn't answer her call. She

still mad at her, she decided it was best to talk

two hours but she barely read a single page. By the time she finished washing and went to bed,

a car coming back. She quietly turned off

almost the same time, elsewhere, the bar was bustling with activity. Marcus struggled to get his way upstairs

the door open and went in. Michael looked up at the person that stood in front of him, picked up the bottle of wine and poured into two

"You really picked a good place. A lot of acquaintances

meet

giggling. Marcus sat down beside Jack who quietly leaned back on the sofa. He

how's

his head away as he covered his face

to pour wine into a glass for Marcus. "He's drunk.

He curled his lips to an amused

time he got drunk." A couple of years

shifted. He still got involved in a lot

opened them. And Marcus guessed it right; he was not drunk at all. It was almost impossible to get him drunk by this type of

slowly regained his composure. To their surprise, he behaved like nothing happened. Marcus placed

didn't bother to explain anything to him. He took his glass and raised it to the air. "Cheers!" He placed his glass on his lips and started

his full glass of wine as soon

leaned back his head and drank

his empty glass on the table in front of

for a while and then turned his sight on Michael. He realized that

was going on, but Michael signaled to him as soon as he noticed what Marcus was

Jack see him. At length,

him about

Marcus thought to himself.

to do was drink with his buddy. He felt sure that it was Celine that

On the other hand,

if Jack had fallen into the trap of

the strange look on Jack's face as they