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.

dinner earlier that evening, but the dishes prepared by

He tried to

subside, and he did not want to consume too much alcohol. He excused himself early from the dinner party and

the garage, his stomach hurt again. It was too painful that he couldn’t stand when Rachel knocked on the window.

prepared by Rachel

saw Rachel on the sofa

she saw him immersed in

to the kitchen. Outside, rain fell in crazy chaotic drops

of trees reflected on the glass, like

night is too good to be wasted,' Jack

suddenly

"He went out."

time. "It’s late, and he's not home yet. Are you

not coming back tonight." Rachel was holding the remote and surfing

trace of light glinted in Jack’s eyes when he heard her. "He's not coming back?"

She nodded.

upon hearing that. Eric was like a third wheel

next to Rachel. He felt something hard poking at

through it casually, which

going back to the hospital?" He turned a page, although he couldn't

for the time

thick eyebrows raised in wonder. He shifted

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

With a serious expression, he asked,

want to take a rest." Rachel did not expect that he would take the matter

and then stretched his long legs leisurely. "How about

Rachel

company was totally

"I need an assistant."

am not qualified for

doesn't matter. I will be with

hold a scalpel and slash anybody I'm not satisfied

his head back

seem to be in a good mood tonight," Rachel said snappily and

Jack said, still smiling

had a guess why. She shut her

could understand a word,

couldn't fathom why Rachel insisted on being a doctor. Granted, she was remarkably talented and had managed to skip

to study medicine for more than five years, but she finished in less than three. Then, after graduation, she went straight overseas to pursue further

skimming through the book, Jack's

staring at

panicked when they were in the car. It was apparent she had no

Rachel whether she had a boyfriend or dated anyone

had a boyfriend, they most likely did not

in his thoughts, he stretched out his hand to touch her long black

sideways against the armrest of the sofa, and then shoved his hand away with a frown. "Jack! Are