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."

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

small smile on her face, Rachel walked to the

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

glint in Jack's eyes became even more intense as he looked

had gone to Fu family house and

of the time until

your plan about Rachel?" the old

answered, "Dad, I never had

advantage of their alone time, Jack put down the apple in his hand and approached her. "There's been a misunderstanding about the necklace," he

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

say a word, he quickly explained his side of the

and raised an eyebrow. "Are you

He nodded.

more indifferent she was, the more

she didn't seem the slightest bit fazed about their misunderstanding showed how that she might not care for him

moved on

into his

away. Her mouth twitched. "Jack, no matter what happens, it has nothing

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

to buy that necklace for you. It has nothing to

stop mentioning

we were together, she's always been there. How could it have nothing to do with

it to

not that I can't. It's just

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

pushed the door open and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing the strange expressions on their faces,

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

on the table and smiled faintly. "I'll go back

the road. Behind the thin and stringy branches shone the moon. The autumn wind blew against

familiar figure leaning against the side

wanted to have dinner

right leg. He had been leaning

know you were looking for

the door first." He motioned to his

Rachel opened

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

yet? Do you want me to cook some noodles for

"How about you?"