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.

to apologize?'

time before Lea replied to her message. She couldn't understand what Rachel meant. Her question was not completely

Rachel's phone finally vibrated and she hurriedly checked the

don't like Jack, you seem to misunderstand his good intentions for you. I think you should take the initiative to

her thoughts. She immediately

picked up her phone and made a call

fell limply to her side. She felt like her arm suddenly became too weak to keep holding her phone up. In her mind, she imagined the angry face

at

gave him another call, but Jack still didn't answer her

decided it was best to talk to

the book back. She had it with her for nearly two hours but she barely read a single page. By the time she finished washing and went to bed, it was almost eleven

coming back. She quietly turned off

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

the bottle of wine and poured into two empty glasses. "I called you as soon

he loosened his shirt. "You really picked a good place. A

"Did you just meet your ex-girlfriends just now?" he jested

Marcus said as he waved his hand dismissively at Michael who was still giggling. Marcus sat down beside Jack who

Jack, how's

understand why Marcus brought it up to Jack. He turned his head away as he covered his face with a hand. He

pour wine into a glass for Marcus. "He's drunk. Don't talk to him," he said to Marcus as he muddled

wine. He

he got drunk."

still got involved in a lot of social engagements, but almost never went out with his friends to

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

behaved like nothing happened. Marcus placed his hand over his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so quiet

it to the air. "Cheers!" He placed his glass on his lips and

finished with his full glass of wine as soon as the glass touched his

say anything, Jack leaned back his head and

the table in front of Michael. Michael

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

on, but Michael signaled to him as soon as he

letting Jack see him. At

not ask him about it

Marcus thought to himself.

drink with his buddy. He felt sure that it was

On the other hand,

wondered if Jack had fallen into the trap

none of them noticed the strange look on