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 closer

"We can share."

finally relented. "Just

were filled

they looked, and that was saying something.

before putting down

casually. "I

bowl. She

with Jack, everything just felt so natural,

of times, yet she

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

deep in thought, Jack already finished

painful cramps he had earlier were

"That was really good,"

would stop everything

only cooked noodles. After all, apart from a bowl

own initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave him the

had gotten a lot

and the loving care that

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

time, he came up with

Jack didn't return to

reading a book about Germany in the living

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

she always like this? Is

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

taken back that she almost dropped the

and sat like that. She leaned

she murmured with a blush.

the thick book

"Let's talk."

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

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

leaned in closer. His breath fanned

Her face flushed.

fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She

are you

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

even get close to her now. She always found a way out when he tried

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

sight of her doing this only amused

fallen