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.

earlier that evening, but the dishes prepared

only a few spoonful, his stomach ached. He tried to ignore the

consume too much alcohol. He excused himself early from the dinner party and headed home to

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

noodles prepared by Rachel

down his chopsticks, he looked up and saw Rachel on the sofa watching the TV

she saw him

chopsticks and went to the kitchen. Outside, rain

on the glass, like puppets in

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

He suddenly

"He went out."

he took note of the time. "It’s late, and he's

Rachel was holding

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

She nodded.

that. Eric was

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

leafed through it casually,

turned a page, although he couldn't

to go back for the time being,"

raised in wonder. He shifted in his

a little tired recently. I want to

closed the book and set it aside. With a

I want to take a rest." Rachel did not expect that

long legs leisurely. "How about coming

Rachel was

company was totally unrelated to

"I need an assistant."

not

I will be

I just hold a scalpel and

his head back in

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

Jack said,

guess why. She shut her mouth and stopped

understand a

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

finished in less than three. Then,

through the book, Jack's mind

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

car. It was apparent she

she had a boyfriend or dated anyone in

most likely did not venture beyond holding hands. She didn’t even know

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

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