Stuck in you

Tears welled up in Julie's eyes as she pointed at the living room across them. "They're waiting for you there."

At that moment, Jack had just parked the car.

It was rare for Jonathan to smile these days. "Everyone's here. Why don't we all sit down and have dinner?"

The square table in the Fu family household had been replaced into a round table. Sitting between Jack and Jonathan, Rachel couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. She took two bites and put her chopsticks down. "I'm full." She smiled awkwardly.

"Have some soup." Tracy asked Julie to bring out the stewed spareribs. She quickly filled a bowl and placed it in front of the young woman.

Tracy actually had no idea why they had gotten a divorce three years ago, so she was incredibly angry.

But after seeing Rachel look so thin and frail, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Rachel took a sip.

"It tastes good," she praised.

"Make yourself at home," Jonathan said, patting her hand. After a moment of silence, he decided to ask,

"How have you been all these years? Have you found someone to take care of you?"

As soon as she heard the question, Rachel choked on her soup. She sputtered out, and couldn't stop coughing.

Jack took a piece of tissue, handed it to her, and patted her back. "Are you feeling better?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes. Thank you." After wiping her mouth, Rachel picked up some fish using her chopsticks and placed it on top of Jonathan's rice. "This fish is delicious. You should try it," she said with a smile.

Jack couldn't help but gaze at her.

That was exactly what he wanted to ask her, but it seemed that she didn't admit or deny the fact at all. What did that mean?

The tension between them made everyone uncomfortable. After drinking up the soup, Rachel quickly excused herself and headed to the living room. She sat there quietly for about ten minutes. Seeing that they were almost finished, she was about to say her farewells.

As if Jonathan had read her mind, he quickly said, "Jack, Julie has just gone out. Why don't you make us a fruit platter?"

Rachel sighed inwardly and knew she couldn't leave now.

"Rachel, why don't you help him? We all know he might not do a good job," the older man joked. Everyone knew what he was planning.

Tracy immediately rolled up her sleeves. "Rachel's our guest," she reminded. "I'll go to the kitchen to help out."

frowned and pressed his wife's thigh, as if implying that Rachel should be the one to do it. "You haven't even finished your meal yet," he pointed out. "Besides, Rachel has been with us for so many years already. She's technically not a

on her face, Rachel walked to the kitchen. "I

the kitchen wasn't small, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed being so near to Jack. All she wanted

Jack's eyes became even

from his father, he had gone to Fu family house and the two had stayed in

silent most of the time until Jonathan had heaved a long

your plan about Rachel?" the

hesitation, Jack had answered, "Dad, I never had a change of heart. I still love

in his hand and approached her. "There's been a misunderstanding about the necklace,"

hear

her uneasily. Seeing as she didn't say a word, he

faucet and raised an

He nodded.

more indifferent she was, the

bit fazed about their

moved on

pulled her into his arms. "Trust me," he murmured. "Give me a chance to start

matter what happens, it has

necklace for Celine, then it's a good thing that it's back to its

necklace for you. It has nothing to

you stop

always been there. How could it

I've already explained it to

I can't. It's just

"Well, even if you really bought that necklace for me, then I'd use this

the door open and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, she knew for a fact that the two of them must've heard

At least she didn't have to think of another excuse to

fruits on the table and smiled faintly.

the road. Behind the thin and stringy branches shone

keys when she saw a familiar figure leaning against the side of the

wanted to have

right leg. He had been leaning against the wall for some time

were looking for me.

door first." He motioned to his legs.

Rachel

sofa. Regardless of how he looked, he lifted his feet onto the tea table, trying to knock some movement into his stiff

Do you want me to cook some

"How about you?"