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."

finally relented.

were filled with

was saying something. However, Jack

some before putting down her chopsticks. Her

his hand casually. "I

Jack buried his head into the bowl. She

she was with Jack, everything just felt so natural,

of times, yet she

gate between them

thought, Jack

cramps he had earlier were already

"That was really good,"

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

only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a bowl of delicious noodles,

his own initiative. When he was

had gotten a lot better these

and the loving

feeling of dread came over him. He had already tricked Rachel into coming

came up

finished showering, Jack didn't

the living

little bit about Germany, he had lost interest in the

is she always like this? Is the book better than

to react, he wrapped her arms around her waist and planted

she almost dropped the book in

head sideways and sat like

murmured with a

thick book that had Rachel's attention on the other

"Let's talk."

so intimate with her. Seeing him wrapped around her like

raised his eyebrows. "It's better like this. You'll hear

wouldn't give up as he leaned in closer. His breath fanned against her

Her face flushed.

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

you laughing?" she

and flicked Rachel's forehead. "Silly girl," he

found a way out when he

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

her doing this only

fallen deeply for