Stuck in you

Seeing the bandage wrapped around Rachel's arm, Jack frowned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered.

Jack raised his hand, wanting to place a comforting hold on her shoulder, but when he spotted the vigilance in her eyes, he held back. "I'll drive you home," he stated, without leaving any room for argument.

Rachel shook her head. "I'll be having dinner with Celia later, and then send her home."

Celia was chatting with Marcus when she heard her name being mentioned. She pointed to her nose. "Send me home?"

Marcus secretly tugged the corner of her sleeve. He glanced at her and shook his head.

'What does he mean?'

Celia furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what he meant. She was about to say goodbye to him when he grabbed her hand.

"I'll drive her home," Marcus replied.

'What a silly girl,' he thought.

Jack's eyes glimmered with joy as he raised his eyebrows. "In that case, I can drive Rachel home."

The corner of Rachel's mouth twitched.

Celia stared at the retreating figures of the ex-couple. In a few seconds, she realized that her hand was still being held by Marcus. She immediately shook off his hold. "Why did you stop Rachel from driving me home?"

With a faint smile, Marcus didn't bother answering her. Instead, he turned around and walked into one of the consulting rooms behind him. 'She's still silly after so many years,' he thought to himself.

Jack turned the steering wheel and drove steadily along the highway.

He had been about to set off for a dinner party when he had gotten a message from Marcus about Rachel's predicament. He had turned the car around and sped towards the hospital.

He glanced at Rachel who was sitting in the passenger seat. At the sight of her, he couldn't help but feel a little bit giddy over their situation.

Although he was pained at the sight of her injury,

it gave him another chance to spend some time with her.

Noticing his stare, she shifted her position. "Focus on the road."

Jack withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly. In a few minutes, they arrived at the gates of her community, and he got out of the car. Seeing her eyes widened alertly, he explained, "I'm hungry. Do you mind if I come over your place for dinner first?"

"My arm is injured," she said, motioning to the bandage on her arm.

He had already mentally prepared himself for Rachel's refusal. He shrugged. "That's fine. I can cook."

upon entering the room, Rachel couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that no matter how much she tried to avoid him, fate would always try its best to

ringtone interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at the phone. It was

is ringing," she called out, but he didn't seem

to the kitchen. Just as she grabbed it, she could see Celine's name

now, they

grimaced. She handed the phone to him as if nothing had happened.

it for me," he said subconsciously. Back then, he always asked Rachel to answer his

think that's

and walked out of the kitchen. Her movements were more stiff and reserved than a few moments

between

cooking. However, they didn't exchange much words. In fact, they were so silent that

colder as Rachel smiled mockingly. How could she have forgotten about

be regarded as a woman who breaks relationships?' she

fact that the relationship between the

living room, Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows. At the same time, his phone lit up. It

didn't answer her first call, and

finally picked up the phone.

snap at her the moment he answered the

pick up my phone? Is it because

"Nothing," he snapped again.

lies and hoped that she could finally live

he could finally make things clear

that Celine

him and informed him of this situation, they were still unsure if she could make it or not. He

he couldn't deny the history

she recovered, although Jack didn't speak of it, his attitude towards her softened a lot. In

her to leave him, because he was

hands grazed over the shirt that she had just

because she wanted to

he would snap

her fists around the fabric and threw it onto

colleagues patted him on the shoulder. "Mr. Fu

that Eric's cousin

why he was well-respected within

in Jack's office within a few minutes. "Jack," he

alone, Eric had been used to calling him Jack instead of Mr.

drawer and took something out. He tossed it at him. "You're free for the day," he

the one who brought it to her,

at the ointment. "Has

him nod, Eric's face darkened. He placed the ointment into his pocket and took two steps forward.

shook his head