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.

of her thought that she was still drunk by that

got up very late. When they finally left the house, Rachel was almost expressionless

them. Only Jack knew what she was

urge to laugh, he gently took his wife's hand and said goodbye to his parents. Jonathan was

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

they drove away, Rachel relaxed in

her shoulders and buried her face into

"Fuck," she murmured.

laughing at her

pay attention to

couple in that bedroom. The

Rachel, it wasn't a night

wasn't as shameless

way you're looking at me now, you could freeze me

you aren't cold yourself,' she thought, fully knowing that the coldness he was referring to was different from his

forth an impression of being cold and insincere. If she didn't smile, she looked incredibly intimidating.

Her lips twitched. "Ass."

colder than Jack? The man was

leaned against the window,

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

turned. "I didn't

wasn't that

She didn't mean to glare at him

bother to

to his

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

his

couldn't remember what day he was referring to. She pursed

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

took all his strength to not follow through with

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

and snowy skin, she walked out of the room like a

was

tell her the story in such an artistic way, but instead, he

he

explanation, Rachel was