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.

devoured the noodles without further ado. He attended a dinner earlier that evening,

few spoonful, his stomach ached. He tried to

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

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

hot noodles prepared by Rachel

looked up and saw Rachel on the sofa watching the

saw him immersed in the drama.

and chopsticks and went to the kitchen. Outside, rain

dim shadows of trees reflected on the glass, like puppets in a shadow

too good to be wasted,' Jack thought as he pulled

is Eric?" He suddenly realized something was

"He went out."

of the time. "It’s late,

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

eyes when he heard her. "He's not coming

She nodded.

that. Eric was like a third wheel

over and sat next to Rachel. He felt something hard poking at his waist and reached behind to find a thick medical

leafed through it casually, which surprised

you going back to the hospital?" He turned

the time being," she murmured

wonder. He shifted in his

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

book and set it aside. With a serious

want to take a rest." Rachel did not expect

and then stretched his long legs leisurely.

for?" Rachel

company was totally unrelated to her

"I need an assistant."

not qualified for

doesn't matter. I will

just hold a scalpel and slash anybody I'm not

threw his head back in

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

said, still smiling

had a guess why. She shut her

again as if he could understand a word,

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

had 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 studies for a

skimming through the book, Jack's mind

her staring at the

they were in the car. It was apparent

Rachel whether she had a boyfriend or dated anyone

by her reactions, even if she had a boyfriend, they most likely did not venture beyond holding hands. She didn’t

lost in his thoughts, he stretched out his hand to touch her

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