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

woken up by a phone call and found out that he ordered her a

out, Jack was here to

was so embarrassed with herself that she planned Jack’s dietary plan

and even consulted with

was so busy, she didn’t notice the time. When she received a phone call from Jack, he was already at the

is to have a good rest, pay close attention to avoiding the irritating food, and just take good care of

understood what she was saying. They chatted for a while longer and

when she learned that it was designed for a

who the lucky guy was that made

detail to every meal, there would

was more, she was a heart major

about to find

hurried off under the pretext of

they only talked via Internet, Rachel was afraid

only way out was to

reach home as soon as possible. When he landed at the doorway, he paused and waited for Rachel to

moment, and then heard the door being opened

back." The woman he liked stood at

he was feeling at the moment.

he could ponder about it further, Jack yanked her in his arms and kissed

lead into the house by Jack. When the door shut, she came to her senses and

frightened?" he

door opened, she was seized and kissed by a man. Her mental

"I almost slapped you!"

"No way!"

not? I thought I opened the door to a

surroundings. The house felt a

another pair of shoes were on the floor. Even the dining table

only disappeared for a day, but

a final survey at the meal plan before tidying

her and took a peek at her notes. "Are you going to buy some

was still

"Then let's go!"

a quick

were out of the apartment a few

The street lamps were lit,

the radio played an unfamiliar English song. Soft melodies filled

listened to the song and hummed in a low voice while

they arrived at the mall. Moving within the stalls, Jack was in charge of pushing the cart, while