Stuck in you

Although Jack failed this time, he wasn't discouraged. As a matter of fact, he now came up with another idea, so he asked Austin to print out a survey form and distribute it to every employee.

The survey form was a one-whole A4 size paper, but there was only one question in it—"How does your partner coax you when you are angry?"

In this way, he could gather many different ideas and strategies.

From the answers of his employees, he could choose one or more effective strategies that he could apply to Rachel. Of course, he would make some changes to make them look like his original ideas.

Rachel also wondered why Jack seemed to have so many strange thoughts lately.

She would soon go abroad, so every night, she would lock herself in the study and sort out the books on the shelves.

The books were quite old, and the pages had been flipped several times, but they were well preserved.

She was obsessed with these books, and she couldn't bear to see any of them being scratched, torn, or dirtied.

Jack came in with a plate of fruits in his hand. Seeing her busy sorting out her books, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. However, she just caught a glimpsed of the plate in his hand, then went back to what she was doing expressionlessly.

"Rachel, you must be tired. Sit down first and have some fruits."

He poked a slice of melon with a fork and handed it to her.

Surprised, she leaned back and frowned slightly.

"Honey, please try this. I've just brought this from the supermarket this afternoon."

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the fruit in front of her. No matter how disgusted she looked, he seemed not to mind it. He still continued to coax her.

Left with no choice, she opened her mouth and ate the melon. She then pointed at the table and said calmly, "Just leave it there. I'll eat it later."

"It's okay. I have nothing to do, so let me feed you."

Feeling that this method was effective, Jack was a bit complacent. He was happy at the thought that her attitude towards him would finally change this time.

However, Rachel just looked at him with a gloomy face without saying anything.

So, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go out first."

In the living room downstairs, he kept on walking back and forth, taking a glance at the second floor from time to time. He wanted to have more opportunities to stay by her side, so he was thinking of some possible ways.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

He took it out and stared at the screen for a moment. He then answered it but didn't say anything.

Celine's nervous voice came at the other end of the line, "Jack, my wound is inflamed. It hurts a lot."

"I'm not a doctor."

That was all he said before he hung up. Without second thoughts, he blocked her number on his phone.

he quickly walked to the kitchen and

milk and the omelet to the study, the light inside was already off.

"Rachel, I made some midnight snack for you.

no answer. The room was

the untouched

work this time

next few days, Jack didn't use any methods anymore, but

her wherever

Rachel seemed not to mind. She didn't object

of her attitude, he thought of it as a silent acquiescence, which could be considered as a

back to normal. When that time

from the hospital when Jonathan called and asked him to go home

said that he would try to drop by

their way home, he turned to Rachel and asked, "Dad just

flashed across her face but disappeared

house, she made everything clear to Jonathan, and he promised not to interfere. She wondered

were in the living

bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in

updated with Jack and Rachel's lives since the

even went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients of their favorite dishes and

greeted her first, then asked, "Where's

just call him." She went a few steps

a disgusted look. "Can't you keep

downstairs?" Although Tracy's voice was low, Rachel

reminded her of their

would also be like them someday. But now, she felt that it would

his hand and

Jack swiftly pulled

you," she replied

said, "Why are you so polite? Anyway, let's sit down

a little

food on her plate, she couldn't help saying, "You don't have to do that. I can

so he replied, "It's alright. I like doing this to

appetite, so after eating a little, she put down her chopsticks casually

observing Jack and Rachel keenly, and she could tell that something wasn't right between

she was itching to ask, she felt like it wasn't a good

the dinner table

his appetite too because he ate less than usual. He wiped his mouth and

were

the seat next time Jack and inquired curiously, "Son, did you fight? Rachel looks

much as possible, Jack didn't

him well, so she didn't believe it. "Do you think I didn't notice?

couldn't hide anything from his mother, he admitted. "It's not a big