Stuck in you

Jonathan stared at Rachel with his eyebrows raised. "Did something happen?" he asked.

Jack tapped on Rachel's shoulder and shook his head. It was his way of telling her that she didn't have to say anything. "She got her clothes wet by accident," he said to his father.

Then he turned to Rachel. "You should go upstairs and change your clothes."

"Yes, Jack is right," Jonathan agreed. "Don't catch a cold."

Rachel nodded and started walking upstairs.

Jonathan asked Mendes to come closer. He was holding something behind his back. Mendes noticed this and immediately went to Jonathan. The old man had been hiding the toys he had bought for Mendes. The boy was so happy to see all the toys that he started playing with them as soon as he got them.

While Rachel was upstairs, Jonathan took this chance to talk to his son. "So, how's it going?" he whispered. "Are you and Rachel getting along well?"

"Everything's going smoothly, Dad. Don't worry too much about it," said Jack.

Jonathan squinted at him. He knew his son wasn't telling him everything. "I'm not thinking too much. I just wanted to know if you're having trouble with Rachel these days."

Jack felt like he was seven years old again, and his dad was asking him if he was quarrelling with his friend.

Nevertheless, he put his hands in his pockets and leaned closer to Jonathan's ear.

"Dad, please. Don't embarrass me."

Jonathan rubbed his fingers on his chin, lost in his thought.

Jack saw Rachel walking down the stairs in his peripheral vision. "Just let me handle this, okay?" he whispered to his father.

'He better not screw this up!'

Jonathan swore in his mind. It wasn't easy for him to help his son to woo his wife.

As soon as Rachel was done changing, she returned downstairs. Jonathan called her attention. He told her that he wanted to taste her cooking. She smiled at him and rolled up her sleeves. She went to the kitchen with high spirits.

When the dinner was ready, Jack took the initiative to help arrange the dining table.

"It's so rare to see these two cooperating," Jonathan muttered under his breath. He was so satisfied watching Jack and Rachel work together that he could barely hide his smile.

Jonathan had been planning this all along. He thought that if he could get them to live under the same roof, they could use this chance to get closer to each other. Maybe they could even discover something about themselves that they hadn't known before.

If their personalities didn't match each other, then let it be. He would not really force them to do anything they were not willing to.

marriage. He knew Jack could have many

his son was—Jack would never go against

to end

well, Jonathan hoped that they could at least be closer. It didn't matter if they wouldn't be

no relatives. Jonathan

would

He had

She didn't care for Rachel as much as he did. If Jack and Rachel got a divorce, they would end up

make them closer. He wanted Jack to

much. Jonathan didn't want to leave her so defenseless, without anyone

dinner. Jonathan cleared his mind, turned around and took Mendes' hand with a

lovely dinner. Rachel and Jack didn't say anything to each other but they

talking. He seemed to have treated

match for each other

have learned from his father who knew

sweet smile almost melted the old man's

He winked at Rachel and Jack. "Uncle Jack, why don't you

what Jack had told

a piece of fish and was about to put it

Maybe get her something else,

how much Jonathan knew Rachel. Jonathan might not even know what his

a while, Jack picked up the vegetables and looked at her, as if asking whether

really not

like she was under pressure. She tried to eat the food

Jack. "That's right, you

of effort for Rachel to swallow all the food. 'Love each

to Mendes and

and Rachel. They couldn't even

Jack picked up food for her

for a while. When it was about time, Rachel received the call from Lucas. "Will you

on the sofa in the living room. "I don't think he wants to go back right now. Dad bought him a lot of toys," she said. "Hold on, let

line. "It seems that Jonathan is really

Mendes was fiddling with

Mendes. "Uncle Lucas called. He

the cellphone.

He put the cellphone next to his ear and began to tell him what he had done in Rachel's place. He told Lucas he was so happy and wanted to stay