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 closer to

"We can share."

Rachel finally relented. "Just a

filled

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

before putting down her chopsticks. Her stomach couldn't take

his hand casually.

his head into the bowl. She couldn't help

everything just felt so natural, and she

questioning herself millions of times, yet she

gate between them before, and

deep in thought, Jack already finished the

had earlier

"That was really good,"

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

from a bowl of delicious noodles, she wasn't

When he was done,

had gotten

thanks to his young age and the loving care that he

came over him. He had

time, he came up

Jack didn't return to

a book about Germany in the living room. She

about Germany, he had lost interest in

is she always like this? Is the book

her arms around her waist and planted butterfly kisses all

almost dropped

sat like that. She leaned her head against his

a blush.

her, he placed the thick book that had Rachel's

"Let's talk."

intimate with her. Seeing him wrapped around her like a koala, she

his eyebrows. "It's better like this.

he leaned

Her face flushed.

words, Rachel gritted her teeth and struggled under his grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the other side of the sofa as he burst out

Why are you laughing?" she

straightened his back and flicked Rachel's

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

clingy to him and how she was

doing this only amused

had fallen