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 had

finally left the house, Rachel

Only Jack knew what she was

gently took his wife's hand and said goodbye to his parents. Jonathan was pleased at

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

Rachel relaxed in her

buried

"Fuck," she murmured.

out laughing at

pay attention to that," he

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

wasn't a night

she wasn't as shameless as her

you really that shy?" he teased. "From the way you're looking at me now, you could freeze me

that the coldness he was referring to was different from his

she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating. Besides, she was quiet and introverted, which distanced

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

be colder than Jack? The

leaned against the window, she couldn't help but

you always had that face," he said casually. "I've always thought you hated

turned. "I

that she disliked

was just her face. She didn't mean to glare

to explain herself

to

you remember the day we came to my parents' house

only gone to his parents'

he was referring

first time, he had developed sexual intentions for the

took all his strength

Rachel had truly hated him with all her guts. But the next day, when she woke up and was about to

her dark hair and snowy skin, she walked out of the

of the door was like

such an artistic way, but instead, he

then that he

explanation, Rachel was a