Stuck in you

Now, the men were all busy. They didn't hire a chef because they wanted to cook for the birthday celebrant by themselves.

It was their way of showing their sincerity.

The women also offered to help. They tried their best to slice the meat properly, in fear of being despised.

However, they were really not good at cutting meat. All of a sudden, Frank came over and saw the meat in different shapes and sizes. He exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?"

The woman with the knife blushed and pouted, "We all can't do it."

As a mean man, Frank always said whatever he wanted to say. So when he examined the meat in the plate carefully and realized that it was such a failure, he said angrily, "Why can't you slice it well? Haven't you even thought of checking Google for a proper way?"

For him, what he said was just normal. He didn't care if it could hurt someone. But since women are sensitive in nature, tears welled up from the woman's eyes after hearing what he said.

Rachel heard the woman's cry.

Johnny, who was enjoying a slice of cake, stretched his neck to see why there seemed to be a commotion. He then came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

When the woman saw that he was approaching, she swiftly turned around and wiped the tears on her face.

There were also several women around and comforting her. Johnny noticed that Frank was with the women, so he asked again, "What's going on here? Did Frank bully any of you?"

"No, I didn't!" Frank was too quick to answer. He then turned around and pulled Johnny to the corner. He whispered something into his ear.

Jack noticed that Rachel was also there, so he said in a low voice, "It's smelly here. You better stay far away."

He was the one in charge of cooking.

Thus, everyone volunteered to help him in the kitchen.

Rachel moved closer to him and whispered, "I'm a little surprised."

Although she didn't seem to mind, Jack moved to the other side so that her clothes wouldn't get wet by the splashing water from the faucet.

He then asked, "Surprised of what?"

"I can't believe that you are playing with these kids," she replied with a smile.

Jack didn't know whether to laugh or to get angry. He reminded her, "The youngest of these people you call children is twenty years old, and the oldest is one year older than you."

Rachel watched him put the fish in a basin to wash it, and said, "It doesn't matter. For me, they are just kids."

what she had just said. With a faint smile on his face, he asked in a

he somehow felt bad. It was undeniable that he was indeed older than her since he was almost thirty years

was only in her early twenties, so she was still active and lively,

help feeling sour in his heart. He subconsciously stopped what he was doing. Rachel waved her hand in front of him and

he found that he almost smashed the fish in his hand. He put it back to the

said again, "I don't mind if you're old. Besides, your age is just

stunned, but the inexplicable jealousy in his

to her, raised his smelly hand, and

up to him and

a sudden, he kissed her

around nervously as if afraid that someone had seen them. When she didn't see anyone looking at their direction, she heaved a sigh of relief. But

still wasn't used

had seen what Jack did. But she didn't know that Marcus,

that Jack was like a

he had already head over heels in

university, a lot of women chased Jack, but he just

a pure and innocent woman named Rachel

table, saw Marcus in a daze, so he asked curiously, "What are

mumbled, "This man... is

at the kitchen, Michael immediately

while Rachel went to

meat, but he realized that he was worse than the women who did

not

Frank also teased him.

women started to reproach

Johnny snapped,

none of them could do it, he turned around and shouted, "Who knows how to slice meat?

surprise, Rachel

she knew how to cut meat. She was actually

age, she was also like those women he had

that she would come to help

said, "Let me try

Johnny had already told them not

they didn't know who was Jack's wife yet, so they were all

this

chopping board, Rachel asked, "What kind