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

"We can share."

Rachel finally relented.

filled with

taste better than they looked, and that was saying

before putting

hand casually.

She couldn't help but wonder

Jack, everything just felt so natural,

questioning herself millions of times, yet

gate between them before,

Rachel was still deep in thought, Jack already finished the noodles

cramps he had earlier were already

"That was really good,"

praised, not even exaggerating it in the slightest. If she would stop everything and open up

After all, apart from a bowl of delicious noodles, she wasn't that good at

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

Jack had gotten a

and the loving

he was happy that his stomach was getting better, a feeling of dread came over him. He

time, he came up with an

finished showering, Jack didn't return

the living room.

knew a little bit about Germany, he had lost interest in the book when he found that it

like this? Is the book better than

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

almost dropped the

like that. She leaned her head against his

a

placed the thick book that

"Let's talk."

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

his eyebrows. "It's better like

leaned in closer. His breath fanned

Her face flushed.

grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the other side of the sofa as he burst

you

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

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

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

her doing this

had fallen