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 even fall

was a character in a soap opera.

going through Jack's mind, Rachel indulged

many steps to prepare steamed fish, the quantity of the ingredients and the timing had to be just right to achieve the perfect taste. It seemed that Jack was well-versed in these

The only sound in the room was the laughter from the

you

had finished

to hide her embarrassment. Her face flushed red as she said, "I do. It's very

appeared on Jack's face. Judging by the fact that she ate almost half

can cook often if you like," he said softly. He didn't add "for you" in fear that

notice the affection in his voice. She was

that you could cook," she

smiled. "There's a lot of

with his family, he had never cooked. After that, he had lived alone most of the

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

gotten fed up

a chef in a Chinese restaurant in China Town

the sake of his appetite, Jack had put a lot of effort into learning how to cook

was only because he had been so young and free that he had had time to spend on

glad that he had taken the time to learn it. Otherwise, he wouldn't

elaborating on his

few months learning, but that restaurant had been an amazing environment to learn how to cook, even though he hadn't thought so at

so impatient to find a chef that

to in his life, with the kitchen full of smoke and

minutes there would make him reek of sweat

a man with a strong temper, always making sure that Jack arrived at the restaurant on

his credit, Jack was punctual every single day, regardless of whether

ups and downs not

cooking skills, he had followed the chef around

this, he had also paid attention to the art of using a knife, finding complementary flavors, and so

had gone through such hardship just to cook food

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

listened to him quietly, she could almost picture him following around an old chef in

man from the

she asked, "How

"For about three months."

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

not funny at all, but she could not help but giggle as she

table and looked