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.

further ado. He attended a dinner earlier that evening, but the dishes prepared by the host were extremely

his stomach ached. He tried to ignore the pain

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

parking in the garage, his stomach hurt again. It was too painful that he couldn’t stand

hot noodles prepared by Rachel satisfied his empty

saw Rachel on the sofa watching the

she teased him when she saw him immersed in the drama.

kitchen. Outside, rain fell in crazy chaotic drops smashing against the

trees reflected on the glass, like puppets in

be wasted,' Jack

He suddenly realized something

"He went out."

of the time. "It’s late,

was holding

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

She nodded.

elated upon hearing that. Eric was like a third wheel in

felt something hard poking at his waist and reached behind to find

leafed through it casually,

you going back to the hospital?" He turned a page, although he

to go back for the time

Jack's thick eyebrows raised in wonder. He

find an excuse. "I've been a little tired recently. I want

aside. With a

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

his long legs leisurely. "How about coming

for?" Rachel was slightly

company was totally unrelated to

"I need an assistant."

am not

matter. I will be

scalpel and slash

threw his head back

good mood

Jack said, still

a guess why. She shut

if he could understand a word,

Rachel insisted on being a doctor. Granted, she

than five years, but she finished in less than three.

skimming through the book, Jack's mind

saw her staring at the screen. He pursed his

were in the car. It was apparent she had

Rachel whether she had a boyfriend or dated anyone

most likely did not

stretched out his hand to

of the sofa, and then shoved his hand away with