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."

pressed his wife's thigh, as if implying that Rachel should be the one to do it. "You haven't even finished your

Rachel walked to the kitchen.

help but feel embarrassed being so

in Jack's eyes became even

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

the time until Jonathan had heaved a

your plan about Rachel?" the old

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

his hand and approached her. "There's been a misunderstanding

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

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

faucet and raised

He nodded.

more indifferent she was, the

about their misunderstanding showed how that she

she moved

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

matter what happens,

Celine, then it's a good thing that it's

that necklace for you. It has nothing to do with

you stop mentioning

we were together, she's always been there. How could

it does, I've already explained it to you! Why can't you just believe me?"

I can't.

the door. "Well, even if you really bought that necklace for me, then

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

have to think of

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

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

saw a familiar figure leaning against the side of

have

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

know you were looking

door first." He motioned to his legs. "My legs

Rachel

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

want me to cook some noodles for

"How about you?"