Stuck in you

After a pause, Jack turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't I make breakfast in your place once?"

Rachel stared blankly back at him, finally remembering that Jack had indeed made breakfast for her once. But still, she was surprised that he could cook something more elaborate than fried eggs.

After she went back to watching TV in the living room, Jack took out the fish and the steak, intending to make steamed fish and filet mignon⁠, both of which would taste great paired with red wine.

He placed a steamer pot on one burner and a skillet on another, leaving them to heat up while he prepared the ingredients and lined them up on the kitchen counter.

Meanwhile, sitting in the living room, Rachel tried to focus on watching TV, but she found herself being drawn again and again to what was happening in the kitchen.

When she turned her head around, she saw Jack bend over the kitchen counter, completely focused on chopping up some ingredients.

Sensing a pair of eyes on him, Jack shifted slightly and turned around, but by then, Rachel had turned back to the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the program that was on.

The noisy laughter from the TV program echoed throughout the villa.

Even after Jack turned his focus back to cooking, Rachel continued to stare blankly at the TV screen, but her mind as elsewhere.

She did not come back to reality until ten minutes later, when the mouthwatering aroma of steamed fish and ginger wafted over to her.

Sniffing like a puppy, she turned around and asked, "You made steamed fish?"

Without waiting for a reply, she eagerly strode to the kitchen and saw steamed fish as well as some filet mignon.

Jack, who was standing near the sink washing his hands, raised an eyebrow at her.

Rachel just looked appreciatively at the dishes, surprised that Jack could cook so well.

A few minutes later, they were both sitting at the dining table, ready to eat.

There were two portions of steak and one portion of steamed fish on the table.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would be shocked.

How could the arrogant president of MK Group make lunch and even serve his wife and himself?

Rachel watched Jack for a moment, and then looked at the pair of chopsticks in front of her in confusion. "Why did you bring bowls and chopsticks for Western food?"

Jack looked at the dishes on the table as if he had forgotten what they were, and then laughed. "We're at home, so we can just eat comfortably, right? It's up to you."

He didn't care about whether the cutlery was suitable or not. Right now, he was so tired and hungry that he just wanted to eat as soon as possible.

Noticing his exhaustion, Rachel poured two glasses of wine. After clinking their glasses, both of them took a sip. Neither of them had expected that they could have such a pleasant day together, but Jack was even more surprised than Rachel was.

For the last ten years or so, he had never paid any attention to this woman. However, in just the last three to four months, everything had changed.

begun to notice her and

speed at which it had happened made him feel like he was a character in a soap opera. Moreover, he was worried that he would frighten her

going through Jack's mind, Rachel indulged herself in

ingredients and the timing had to be just right to achieve the

ate in silence. The only sound in the room was the laughter from the

asked, "Do you like the

paused, worried that she had scared him with her lack of table manners. She had finished almost half of the fish after telling him that

flushed red as she said, "I do.

she ate almost half of the fish, she

He didn't add "for you" in fear that he

She was more preoccupied with her curiosity about

knew that you could cook," she said,

"There's a lot of

that, he had lived alone most of the time, except for a short period of

period of time, he had been too busy to cook at home, only occasionally cooking

had all started when he had been studying abroad. He had quickly gotten fed up of eating Western food and Japanese food,

chef in a Chinese restaurant in China Town and learned some

his appetite, Jack had put a lot of effort into learning how to cook authentic Chinese

had been so young and free that he had had time to spend on such a monotonous thing

the time to learn it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had anything to

question, he began elaborating on his learning experience with

only spent a few months learning, but that restaurant had been an amazing environment to learn how to cook, even

impatient to find a chef that he had

ever been to in his life, with the kitchen full

few minutes there would

with a strong temper, always making sure that Jack arrived

every single day, regardless of whether he

that time, he had gone through a lot of ups and

cooking skills, he had followed the chef

he had also paid attention to the art of using a knife, finding

gone through such hardship just to cook food that

finally talking to someone about it, he realized how funny and ridiculous it sounded. What a stubborn young

Rachel listened to him quietly, she could almost picture

hard to imagine that the spoiled young man from the Fu family would ever have been willing to

she asked, "How long did you learn

"For about three months."

she felt her head becoming heavier. The effect of the wine was gradually setting in, even though she had

not funny at all, but she could not help

her cheek on the table and looked