Stuck in you

Tracy turned around, feeling a little hesitant. "I was looking for them. Why aren't they here?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Why not just give them a phone call?"

She didn't say anything. What she really wanted to do was look for them in secret.

"You shouldn't worry too much about them. They'll be fine," Jonathan said.

"I'm not worried," she said automatically, turning to face him. "Don't you think it's a little strange? When did they decide to be together? It's just so sudden."

Jonathan laughed silently at the sight of his wife's confused face as he led her into their own bedroom. "I told you not worry about it, okay? They'll deal with it themselves," he said softly.

"My hips have been aching these past two days. Do you mind giving me a massage?"

Rachel had proven further that she couldn't drink. Although it was just a bottle of pineapple beer, whose alcohol content was low enough that it could be associated with water, it still made her flush after walking down from the top floor.

However, she was still very sober. When they were going downstairs, Jack was thinking whether or not he needed to help her. Seeing that she could still walk on her own, he withdrew his arm.

She really couldn't drink.

It was quiet in the house. It seemed that his parents had already gone to bed.

They went into their bedroom.

After taking a shower, Rachel completely sobered up. She felt something warm come over her, only to see that it was Jack who had also just finished his bath.

Before she could react, he grabbed her waist and kissed her possessively.

She couldn't even bear his experienced skills. Within a few seconds, she withdrew from his lips, panting.

"Not here," she murmured as they inched closer to the bed.

However, he didn't listen to her as his hands wandered across her body. "Why not?"

"We're at your parents' home," she whispered.

"Don't worry. No one will hear us."

What he didn't know was that Rachel didn't care about the soundproofing of the room. What she was afraid of was the housekeeper who would be in charge of cleaning it all up. His parents were sure to find out.

However, these thoughts couldn't win Jack over.

by that beer. It

they finally left the house, Rachel was almost expressionless when she said

Jack knew

the urge to laugh, he gently took his wife's hand and said goodbye

them, Jonathan was ecstatic to see that the two of them

away, Rachel relaxed in

shoulders and buried

"Fuck," she murmured.

out laughing

attention to that,"

that bedroom. The room, after being present for so many years, had finally played

for Rachel, it wasn't

wasn't as

the way you're looking at me

she thought, fully knowing that the coldness he was referring to was different from his

brought forth an impression of being cold and insincere. If she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating. Besides, she was quiet and introverted, which

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

than Jack? The man was an

against the window, she couldn't help

that face," he said casually. "I've always

"I didn't

that she disliked

She didn't mean to glare at him or

didn't even bother to explain herself

to his

came to my parents' house and we also slept in that same

to his

she still couldn't remember what day he was

still remembered the memory of that night. For the first time, he had developed sexual intentions

by her scent, it took all his strength to

had truly hated him with all her guts. But the next day, when she woke up and was about to leave the bedroom, she saw him awake and shushed him. It felt

her dark hair and snowy skin, she walked out of

was like a shot in his

the story in such an artistic way, but instead, he just described his thoughts when she looked

was only then that he

his explanation, Rachel was a little