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?' she

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

finally vibrated and she hurriedly checked the

misunderstand his good intentions for you. I think you should

to organize her thoughts. She immediately felt

phone and made a call

felt like her arm suddenly became too weak to keep holding her phone up. In her mind, she imagined the angry face of Jack silently staring

at me?' she wondered

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

it was best to

barely read a single page. By the time she finished washing

sound of a car coming back. She quietly turned off the light as she listened

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

front of him, picked up the bottle of wine and poured into two empty glasses. "I called you as soon as

twitched his lips as he loosened his shirt. "You really picked a good place. A lot of acquaintances downstairs, almost got my skin peeled off when I came

just meet your ex-girlfriends just now?" he

the crap," Marcus said as he waved his hand dismissively at Michael who was still giggling. Marcus

Jack, how's

brought it up to Jack. He turned his head away as he covered his face with a hand. He thought that Marcus' brain

Marcus. "He's drunk. Don't talk to him," he said to Marcus as he muddled his

a sip of wine. He curled his lips to

very long time. It's been several years since the last time he got drunk." A couple of years ago, Jack was

became busy with the MK Group's business, his priorities shifted. He still got involved in a lot of social engagements, but almost never went out with his

eyes moved until he eventually opened them. And Marcus guessed it right; he was not drunk at all. It was almost

their surprise, he behaved like nothing happened.

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

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

his head and drank the remaining wine

down his empty glass on the table in front of Michael. Michael immediately filled his glass without saying

turned his sight on

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

letting Jack see him. At length, Marcus understood

ask him

Marcus thought to himself.

he had to do was drink with his buddy. He felt sure

On the other hand,

had fallen into

the strange look on Jack's face as