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 in love with

like he was a character in a soap opera. Moreover, he was worried that he would

of what was going through Jack's mind, Rachel indulged herself

the ingredients and the timing had to be just right to achieve the perfect taste. It seemed

silence. The only sound in the room was the

"Do you

worried that she had scared him with her lack of table manners. She had

Her face flushed red as

by the fact that she ate almost half of the fish, she

softly. He didn't add "for

notice the affection in his voice. She was more preoccupied with her curiosity about why he could

you could

a lot of

they had been living with his family, he had never cooked. After that, he had lived alone most of the time, except for a short period

busy to cook at home, only occasionally

gotten fed up of

in a Chinese restaurant in China

a lot of effort into learning how to cook authentic Chinese

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

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

began elaborating on his learning

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

had been so impatient to find a chef that he had

he had ever been to in his life, with the kitchen full

spending a few minutes there would make him reek of sweat and

temper, always making sure that Jack arrived at the restaurant on

every single day, regardless of whether he had

he had gone through a lot of ups and downs not only for food, but also

he had followed the

had also paid attention to the art of

such hardship just to cook food that would suit his

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

him quietly, she could almost picture him following

it was hard to imagine that the spoiled young man from the Fu family would

"How long did you learn

"For about three months."

of the wine was gradually setting in,

she could not help but giggle as she

her cheek on the table and looked up