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

"We can share."

Rachel finally relented.

filled

looked, and that was saying something. However, Jack had a lot of

the noodles and ate some before putting down her

casually. "I can eat the

as Jack buried his head into the bowl. She couldn't help but wonder when their relationship developed so

felt so natural,

of times, yet she still couldn't find

was as if there had been a gate between them before, and now

in thought, Jack already finished the noodles

painful cramps he had earlier were

"That was really good,"

she would stop everything and open up her own

all, apart from a bowl

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

had gotten a lot better

age and the loving care

was getting better, a feeling of dread came over him. He had already tricked Rachel into coming here and taking care of him. Why

time, he came

finished showering, Jack didn't return to the

Germany in the living room. She

Germany, he had lost interest in the book when he found that it WAS decorated by professional

this? Is

wrapped her arms around her waist and planted butterfly kisses all over

back that she almost dropped the book in

head sideways and sat like that.

murmured with a blush. "Let

placed the thick book that had Rachel's

"Let's talk."

her. Seeing him wrapped around her like a koala, she couldn't help but smile. "At least let go of

"It's better like this. You'll hear me

give up as he leaned

Her face flushed.

this, Jack finally let her go.

Why are you laughing?" she

flicked Rachel's forehead.

now. She always found a way out when he tried to flirt

she was cute whenever she wasn't clingy to him and how she was shy whenever he

her doing this only amused him

had fallen