Stuck in you

Jack frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. When he saw that Rachel looked back, he tried to put his hand down and forced an emotionless face.

However, it was already too late.

"Are you having a stomachache?" She frowned. "Have you had dinner?"

Jack hesitated, unsure on what to tell her.

At his hesitation, her face darkened. "Don't lie to me."

"No, I haven't," he said sulkily.

Besides, he knew for a fact that the truth would garner her attention,

and it did. Throughout the entire day, she had given him her undivided attention.

Rachel was the one who supervised and cared for him as if he was her patient. When she heard that he hadn't had dinner yet, she decided to take up other measures.

She pulled Jack onto the sofa and asked him to sit down as if she was instructing a disobedient child. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't run around. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles in a bit."

Without another word, she turned towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Judging from all the fresh ingredients, it was obvious that they were just bought recently. Her lips turned after surveying all of them.

"Tell them not to buy so many things next time," she advised.

Besides, they only had breakfasts and suppers at home. By the time they got through all of them, the vegetables might have already rotted.

Jack nodded as a smile threaded across his lips.

His wife was excellent at taking care of people, given that this was also her profession.

Rachel placed the noodles into a bowl of steaming water. When the noodles were already softening, she added beef slices and a dash of beans into the broth to give it a delectable base. She put a fried egg on top and sprinkled the noodles with chopped greens.

It looked like a chef's masterpiece. The food's aroma drifted around the room,

enticing Jack almost immediately.

There were a lot of noodles in the bowl. As Rachel was about to hand the chopsticks to him, he went over and got another pair.

He smiled. "It's not good to eat too much, right? It wouldn't do my stomach any good."

Rachel blinked. "I've already had dinner. Really, it's okay if you don't finish them. It doesn't..." '...matter.'

Before she could even finish her words, Jack moved the bowl between them. "We shouldn't waste food."

Rachel was at a loss for words. She had never seen him save money.

chair closer to

"We can share."

relented. "Just

filled

noodles taste better than they looked, and that was saying something. However, Jack had a lot of things

rolled up the noodles and ate some before putting down her chopsticks. Her stomach couldn't take

hand casually. "I can

bowl. She couldn't help but wonder when their relationship

Jack, everything just felt so natural, and she

millions of times, yet she still couldn't find

gate

thought, Jack already

cramps he had

"That was really good,"

it in the slightest. If she would stop everything and open up her own noodle shop, he'd probably be the first

all, apart from a

cleared the bowls and chopsticks on his own initiative. When he

Jack had gotten a lot better these

was thanks to his young age and the loving care that he had

He had already tricked Rachel into

he came up

Jack didn't return

a book about Germany in the living room. She

interest in the

this?

her arms around her waist and planted butterfly

that she almost dropped the

head sideways and sat like that. She

murmured with a blush. "Let

placed the thick book that had

"Let's talk."

her like a koala, she couldn't help but smile. "At least

better like this. You'll

he leaned in closer. His breath fanned

Her face flushed.

his grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally

Why are you laughing?" she

back and flicked Rachel's

always found a way

to him and how she was shy whenever he tried to kiss her. Those little perks embodied her

of her doing

fallen deeply for