Stuck in you

Austin exited Jack's office after the conversation.

Jack looked blankly at his computer screen. A pen spun atop his slender fingers.

Austin had aired his observation. For the past two days, he appeared to be slacking off at work. Jack was chagrined to realize he committed mistakes.

The man had never allowed his business to suffer before. Definitely not for any private matters.

He prided himself of his discipline in drawing a line between his public and private interests. He didn't expect that he would bend his self-imposed rules by falling in love with Rachel.

In the meeting earlier, Rachel had sent him a message asking what he wanted for dinner.

Ignoring his subordinates, he had chatted with her with a dash of excitement, the meeting totally forgotten.

The pen finally stopped, and Jack, who was thinking for a long time, finally made a decision.

What Austin stated was totally justifiable. He had allowed his emotions to override his reasons. He needed to strengthen his resolve and separate public affairs from personal ones.

After working hours, Jack drove back without waiting for news from Rachel.

The rain fell steadily without let up since morning. Alongside the road, leaves drooped under the weight of the droplets, adding a striking color to the foggy weather.

His piled up work and health condition put him in a consistently bad mood lately. He was only in a good mood if Rachel was beside him, but because of work, he couldn't accompany her often.

He needed to squeeze out time from his busy schedule if he wanted to spend time with her.

Although Rachel didn't know what he had done, it didn't matter.

It was a good thing to get the snail slowly come out of its shell. From being wary of him, she was now willing to come closer to him.

They were barely making any progress. But now, it was getting much better.

Jack felt intensely happy when he reached his apartment. His eyes were fixed on the brightly lit window.

He clearly knew that from the day Rachel moved in, the light in his house would always be on.

Rachel did nothing for the whole day. Jack was a neat freak and had stringent conditions with the housekeepers.

In particular, they had to clean up and kept things in order. His obsession with cleanliness warranted that every corner was flawlessly swept, dusted, and scrubbed.

They all observed the rules. Basically, a housekeeper was scheduled to do the cleaning once every two days.

Although the house looked cold and cheerless, there was never a trace of dust or grime.

As a result, Rachel did not need to clean anything except for her own mess when she decided to cook.

hurry. She walked around in the morning and then went back to have

woken up by a phone call and

Jack was here to supervise her and

that she planned

consulted with one of her previous schoolmates,

so busy, she didn’t notice the time. When she received

down to a tee. The most important thing is to have a good rest, pay close attention to avoiding the irritating food, and just take good care of yourself," the nutritionist stated over

she was saying. They chatted for a while longer

a few more questions, and when she learned that it was designed for a man, her

asking Rachel, who the lucky guy was that made

and detail to every meal, there would be no better care for

a heart major and not a gastroenterology

and was about to find an excuse to say goodbye. Then, Jack

the pretext of closing the

via Internet, Rachel was afraid that she might find out the

Her only way out was to dodge her questions and escape

When he landed at the doorway, he paused and waited for Rachel

doorbell for a moment, and then heard the door being opened inside. Lights flowed out

liked stood

describe how he was feeling at the moment.

could ponder about it further, Jack yanked her

was caught off guard. Before she could make any reaction, she was lead into the house by Jack.

you frightened?" he

as the door opened, she

"I almost slapped you!"

"No way!"

I opened the door to a

viewed his surroundings. The house felt a little different because of the existence

cup was on the center table, and another pair of shoes were on the floor. Even the dining table was

for a day, but so

took a final survey at the meal plan before tidying up the table. "Do you want to

her notes.

in the evening. It was still early in summer, but the skies were dark with all the

"Then let's go!"

a quick change of clothes,

were out of the apartment a few

subsided. The street lamps were lit, casting

radio played an unfamiliar English song. Soft

the song and hummed in a

outside the car swiftly shifted into a blur. Not long after, they arrived at the mall. Moving within the stalls, Jack was in charge of pushing the cart, while Rachel was picking