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."

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

a small smile on her face, Rachel walked to the kitchen.

so near to Jack.

in Jack's eyes became even more

he had received a call from his father, he had gone to Fu family house and the two had stayed in the study for around half an

time until Jonathan had heaved

plan about Rachel?" the

I never had

and approached her. "There's been a misunderstanding about the

as if everything silenced around him. He could clearly hear the sound of flowing water as well as

as she didn't say a word, he quickly explained

and raised an

He nodded.

she was, the more uneasy he

didn't seem the slightest bit fazed about their misunderstanding

moved on from

didn't continue to guess anymore. Instead, he pulled her into his arms. "Trust me," he murmured. "Give me a

twitched. "Jack, no matter what happens, it has nothing to

really bought the necklace for Celine, then it's a good thing that it's back to its original

frowned. "I asked Eric to buy that necklace for you. It has

you stop mentioning

been

to you!

I

you really bought that necklace for me, then

saying that, she pushed the door open and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, she knew for

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

table

on the plants on both sides of the road. Behind the thin and stringy branches shone the moon.

about to search for her keys when she saw a familiar

have dinner

He had been leaning against the wall for some time

didn't know you were looking for me. Why

motioned to his legs.

sheepishly, Rachel

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

want me

"How about you?"