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.

moved his chair

"We can share."

Rachel finally relented.

were filled with mirth.

saying something. However, Jack had a lot of

putting down her chopsticks.

his hand casually.

head into the bowl. She couldn't help but wonder when their

she was with Jack, everything just felt

herself millions of times, yet

there had been a gate between

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

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

she only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a bowl

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

gotten a lot better these

young age and

came over him. He had already tricked Rachel into coming here and taking care of him. Why

this time, he came

showering, Jack didn't return

in the living room. She didn't even notice him

little bit about Germany, he had lost interest in the

is she always like this? Is the book better than

time to react, he wrapped her arms around her

almost dropped

and sat like that. She leaned her head

she murmured with a blush. "Let me

to her, he placed the thick

"Let's talk."

around her like a koala, she couldn't help but smile.

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

leaned in closer. His breath

Her face flushed.

fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the other side of the

Why are you laughing?" she

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

She always found a way out when he tried to flirt

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

doing this only amused him

fallen