Stuck in you

Rachel took a deep breath and then brought the noodles to the dining room with a dash of courage.

Jack already got changed and was in the living room watching the television.

It was a drama program, and the scene was intense. Jack's eyes were glued. On the screen, a woman was cursing her husband’s mistress.

The woman’s screams filled the room.

Rachel laid the bowl on the table and saw Jack totally serious.

She did not know he had a penchant for watching soap operas.

She trod lightly and stopped behind the sofa, not making any sound.

He sat there, engrossed, barely noticing her. His thick eyebrows were snapped together as he looked on the TV.

"You bitch!" came the tearing voice of the woman. "I'll kill you!" All hell broke loose. "Don't stop me! Let me go!" The show played out in psycho-drama mode. "Who the hell is her?"

Rachel felt a chill go down her spine. She stared at the actress whose long hair was disheveled.

"What are you watching?"

Jack was soaked on the plot and was caught off guard. His hand trembled and lost grip of the remote, which fell on the thick carpet.

He quickly regained his composure and bent down to pick it up. As his fingers touched the remote control, he heard another hysterical screech. He raised his head and saw the two characters pulling each other’s hair fiercely.

Rachel crossed her arms and scoffed. "I didn't know you like this kind of genre!"

Jack cleared his throat and tried to smile, hiding his embarrassment. He dared not admit that he was riveted.

He flipped through the channels and looked for another show.

The next TV program was mellow. He put down the remote and averted his attention. Just then, the smell of freshly made noodles drifted out.

Relishing the smell, he walked towards the table, his stomach rumbling. Rachel looked at the TV and then to Jack. She hesitated for a while but followed him. She thought he would not say anything, yet Jack praised her, "It smells good!"

She only made simple noodles that were not even delectable.

Still, Rachel could not help but smile upon hearing him.

It was ridiculous that he didn't flatter her, but it was enough to make her go over the moon.

At that moment, her emotions became a complex mix of happiness and resentment. She was caught in the dilemma of feeling happy and hating that she felt happy.

She had not forgotten what this scoundrel did with her hand in the garage an hour ago.

The scenes from the car rushed to her mind. She could still feel the touch of the wicked man.

The sensual images kept playing in her memory until her face blushed into a tempting scarlet shade. She immediately turned around to hide her face while Jack was occupied with his food.

She strode to the sofa and slumped down to calm herself.

the noodles without further ado. He attended a dinner earlier

He tried to ignore the pain

did not subside, and he did not want to consume too much alcohol. He

was too painful that he couldn’t stand when Rachel knocked on the

the hot noodles prepared by Rachel

he looked up and saw Rachel

saw him immersed in the drama. Jack found

his bowl and chopsticks and went to the kitchen. Outside, rain fell in crazy chaotic drops smashing against the kitchen window

trees reflected on the glass, like puppets in a

good to be wasted,' Jack thought as

He suddenly realized something was

"He went out."

his watch, he took note of the time. "It’s late, and he's not home yet.

coming back tonight." Rachel was holding the remote and surfing through the

light glinted in Jack’s eyes when

She nodded.

hearing that. Eric was

sat next to Rachel. He felt something hard poking at his waist and reached behind

opened and leafed through

to the hospital?" He turned a page, although

for the

in wonder. He shifted in

tried to find an excuse. "I've been a little

book and set it aside. With a serious expression,

a rest." Rachel

long legs leisurely. "How about

Rachel was

company was totally unrelated to her

"I need an assistant."

not

I will

and slash anybody I'm not

threw his head

mood

Jack said, still smiling

had a guess why. She shut her mouth

picked up the book again as if he could understand a word, his eyes jumping from one medical term to

Rachel insisted on being a doctor. Granted, she was remarkably talented and

she finished in less than three.

through the book, Jack's mind wandered

glanced at her sideways and saw her staring at the screen. He

in the car. It was apparent she

whether she had a

even if she had a boyfriend, they most likely did not venture beyond holding hands. She

he was lost in his thoughts, he stretched out his hand

shock, Rachel ducked sideways against the armrest of the sofa, and then shoved