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 closer

"We can share."

finally relented. "Just

filled

saying

and ate some before putting down her chopsticks.

waved his hand casually. "I

bowl. She couldn't help but

was with Jack, everything just felt so natural,

millions of times, yet she still couldn't find an

if there had been a gate between them before, and now that

Rachel was still deep in thought, Jack already finished the

he had earlier were already

"That was really good,"

stop everything and open up her own noodle shop, he'd

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

initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave him the medicine and recorded

had gotten

was thanks to his young age and the loving care that he had

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

this time, he came up with an

showering, Jack didn't return to the

was reading a book about Germany in the living room.

lost interest in the book when he found that it WAS

like this? Is the book better

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

almost dropped the book in her

turned his head sideways and sat like that. She leaned

murmured with a blush. "Let me

her, he placed the thick book

"Let's talk."

intimate with her. Seeing him wrapped around her like

like

leaned in closer. His breath

Her face flushed.

this, Jack finally let her go.

Why are you laughing?" she

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

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

she wasn't clingy to him and how she was

her doing this only

had fallen deeply for