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.

his chair closer to

"We can share."

finally relented.

eyes were filled

saying something. However,

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

hand casually. "I can eat the

bowl. She couldn't help but

felt so natural, and she didn't know

times, yet she still

been a gate between them before,

thought, Jack already

had earlier

"That was really good,"

not even exaggerating it in the slightest. If she would stop everything and open up her own noodle shop, he'd probably be

was if she only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a

and chopsticks on his own initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave

gotten

to his young age and the

stomach was getting better, a feeling of dread came over him. He

time, he came up

finished showering, Jack

about Germany in the living

bit about Germany, he had lost interest in the book when

always like this? Is the book better

he wrapped her arms around her waist and planted

that she almost dropped the book in

like that. She

she murmured with a blush. "Let

the thick book that

"Let's talk."

around her like a koala,

like this. You'll hear me

leaned in closer. His breath fanned against

Her face flushed.

her teeth and struggled under his grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the

are you

straightened his back and flicked Rachel's forehead.

get close to her now. She always found a

she was shy whenever he tried to

doing

definitely had fallen deeply for