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, but the dishes prepared by the

ached. He tried to ignore the pain by drinking some

much alcohol. He excused

his stomach hurt again. It was too painful

prepared by Rachel

chopsticks, he looked up and saw Rachel on

moments ago, she teased him when she saw

Outside, rain fell in crazy chaotic drops smashing against the

on the glass, like puppets in a

good to be wasted,' Jack thought as he pulled the blinds

He suddenly realized something

"He went out."

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

Rachel was holding the

when he heard her. "He's not coming back?"

She nodded.

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

sat next to Rachel. He felt something hard poking

opened and leafed through it casually,

you going back to the hospital?" He turned

for the time being," she

eyebrows raised in wonder. He shifted in his seat and

been a little tired recently. I

it aside. With a serious expression, he asked, "Is there

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

stretched his long legs leisurely. "How about coming

Rachel

totally unrelated to her

"I need an assistant."

not qualified for

I

just hold a scalpel and slash anybody I'm not satisfied

threw his head

in a good mood tonight," Rachel

Jack said, still

why. She

understand a word, his eyes jumping from one

on being a doctor. Granted, she was remarkably

had to study medicine for more than five years, but she finished in less than three. Then, after graduation,

Jack's mind wandered to

at her sideways and saw her staring at the

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

didn't ask Rachel whether she had a boyfriend or dated

boyfriend, they most likely did not venture beyond holding hands.

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

the armrest of the sofa, and then shoved his hand away with a