Stuck in you

Tracy started to make small talk, and as minutes passed, she shifted her attention towards the couple themselves rather than the conversation at hand.

Unlike her husband, she wasn't one to keep a close eye on the changes between the couple.

This was why it was harder for her to accept that Rachel and Jack were together. She wanted to ask Rachel about this, but she had no idea how to start the conversation.

She thought for a while and suddenly remembered the topic that her husband had just mentioned at the dining table.

"Hey, what's wrong with Jack? Why do you need to take care of him?"

When Rachel saw that Tracy was taking a longer time to wash the peaches, she slowed down her speed.

"Something happened at the hospital, and I decided to take a long leave.

Jack has an upset stomach recently, so I'm taking care of him,"

Rachel explained briefly.

She made sure to leave out the part that Jack had been in the hospital because of his gastritis, so that Tracy wouldn't worry.

As expected, the moment she had mentioned Jack's stomachache, Tracy's forehead crinkled in worry.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," Rachel quickly confirmed.

Tracy's shoulders sagged in relief, but she still wasn't satisfied.

She quickly waved her housemaid over to make some nutritious soup for them the next day before continuing her conversation with Rachel.

Rachel didn't mind,

but she made sure to leave out the part wherein she'd been persuaded by Jack to start over again. In fact, their relationship was like a story—one that had no ending written down yet.

Although his plans were still confusing to her, it turned out that Jack was always one step ahead of the game.

The only information Tracy had gotten from Rachel was how they were getting along rather well with each other. As her mother-in-law, she didn't worry too much.

Rachel was still the girl that she used to be who happened to be a bit dull on the sides.

The dullness didn't play much for Tracy who preferred women who were much livelier. As long as they didn't act too impulsively, livelier personalities were more eager to talk about their own lives.

Tracy turned her head slightly, just enough that she could see her daughter-in-law washing the fruits. She had a pretty face with dark eyebrows that framed her large eyes, a flawless face, and long silky hair that ran in waves across her back. It was as if the woman had jumped out of a painting.

she looked more like her

even realize that she was already peeling

she brought home years ago had finally grown

up in the Fu family. Although she was a bit

Tracy

fruits while Tracy was still in her own

to herself as she set the fruit aside. "How about we'll let the maid deal with it," she suggested. "By the way, do you want to eat melons? We

moon appeared in the sky with thousands of stars glittering across the inky night. The rain had

The heavy winds that slashed through the

to deal with the old couple as they refused to

since Tracy couldn't get an answer from Rachel, she decided to pester her own

the help of his father,

ran upstairs, carrying

gazed at the drinks that he was holding. He handed her one. "Don't worry. It's just pineapple beer. You won't

Rachel hesitated still.

Given that Rachel was a lightweight, things didn't end well when

home. Even if you're drunk,

it contains less alcohol. You can check it

turned the bottle only to see

the can in her hands, motioning for her

Rachel followed.

to the balcony located at the top floor. The winds were much harsher

As Rachel was about to tie it up, he extended

to bundle up

had just taken a bath. As his long fingers ran through her locks, the exquisite scent

once he was

get a hold of her scent. He didn't remember her having any products that

her natural scent that

the lovely scent. His breath fanned

you

the can. "What did you

the night sky. He held the can in his hand and said, "Your scent seemed to have poisoned the hell out of me. I couldn't live

She snorted.

didn't know you were such a

words and exchanges of intimacy were things that she didn't

smiled. "I