Stuck in you

Rachel was stunned, and a strange feeling came over her. She stopped in front of her door and turned around. "Are you sure? Do you know what you are talking about right now?"

"I'm sure," Jack replied in a low voice. "I'm not completely drunk. I can still get home on my own."

For a moment, Rachel squinted at Jack, whose tall figure and handsome face were illuminated by the dim light in the room.

But in the end, she didn't know what a drunk man looked like, so she just accepted his words without thinking too much.

Jack had thought a lot about what to say to Rachel, but now that he was here in front of her, he was tongue-tied. Finally, after a long pause, he said, "About what happened today..."

As soon as Rachel heard these words, her face changed. She coughed in embarrassment and cut in before he could continue. "What happened today was my fault..."

"Hush," Jack said, silencing her with his finger on her lips. "Stop talking and listen to me first." His voice sounded so steady that Rachel was not sure whether he was really drunk or not.

Nevertheless, she was curious about what he wanted to say, so she just kept silent and waited for him to speak.

Instead of withdrawing his hand, Jack cupped her cheek and gently rubbed her lips with his thumb. Rachel shifted slightly under his touch, feeling goose bumps run up her arms.

Just before she lost her patience, Jack pulled his hand back and whispered, "Sorry. Your lips..."

Rachel swallowed hard as her racing heartbeat finally settled down. 'Isn't he drunk?' she wondered in confusion.

"As for what happened today, I never thought that you were embarrassing me," Jack said, abruptly changing the topic.

Staring at Rachel earnestly with his deep black eyes, he continued, "I just felt uncomfortable after seeing the look in those people's eyes..."

His voice was getting softer and softer.

"I didn't like the way they were looking at you. Rachel...you don't have to be so stubborn, you know. It's not a bad thing to lean on others sometimes."

It was rare for Jack to say so many words in one breath, especially to Rachel. Although he felt nervous, he added, "Don't treat me as an enemy, Rachel. I have no intention of hurting you. You can let yourself lean on me. I sincerely apologize for everything that happened in the past. It was all my fault."

Back then, Jack hadn't known anything about Rachel except for what he saw on the surface, so he had treated her like a stranger. And every time Eric had tried to get close to Celine, he had vented his anger on Rachel.

Rachel clenched her fists, feeling a vortex of emotions swirl up inside of her after hearing Jack's words. Her mind was in such a mess that she didn't know how to reply. Finally, she settled with, "You're drunk. Let's talk tomorrow."

This was not the response Jack had expected. Feeling a little annoyed, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not drunk. I promise that I'm clear about everything I'm saying now."

out of his grip. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I don't think now is the

relief. Now that she could breathe again, she caught a strong whiff of the smell of

had barely finished speaking when the tall man in front of her suddenly swayed and

leaned back against the door frame with her hands on Jack's chest. "Hey? Jack? Don't fool around like

If you don't respond now, I'll throw you out of the

Jack!"

out a sleepy sigh,

off, but failed. In the end, she had no choice but to drag him into her room, though

over six feet tall and weighed more

laid Jack down on her bed, took off his shoes and socks, and tucked

the room when she heard his cell phone

who was sleeping like a log, and then decided to answer the phone. Walking

Michael paused for a moment, but then

reached home? I was a little worried

guys go out for drinks?" Rachel asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she walked out of her bedroom and gently closed the door

the bed shot open. There was a shrewd look on his face, and it was clear that he was not drunk

first time that he had ever pretended to be

been skeptical of Michael's idea, but

had grasped the steering wheel and said in a firm voice, "Don't provoke a woman when she is angry. By the way, Rachel is nothing like Celine. She's much more stubborn. There are still ways to calm her down,

to make it up

the suspicion in Michael's eyes, he had urged, "Hurry up. If you have any ideas, tell me

the

leaned over and whispered

had just done. Anyway, he was not completely sober; otherwise he wouldn't have allowed himself to do such an unscrupulous

words, so he had pretended to be drunk to

on the phone,

shifted uneasily in the bed, which smelled just like her. Under the impact of the alcohol, he suddenly felt a pang of longing in

tilted toward one side. Then, all of a sudden, he

his heavy eyes and saw Rachel standing in front of

the drum of an upbeat song. He was now so drowsy that

course, Rachel didn't know that. She approached him and asked in a low voice, "Are you awake? Go back

drunk I am? How can

He immediately closed his eyes as if he didn't know what was going