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.

back his phone in his pocket, he quickly walked to the

milk and the omelet to the study, the light inside was already off. She had returned to the bedroom and locked the

the bedroom and knocked on the door. "Rachel, I made some midnight snack for you. Please come out and

The

one who ate both the untouched fruits and

work this time

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

her wherever she

to mind. She didn't object or scold

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

between them went back to normal. When that time came, he would gradually confess

he was about to pick her up from the hospital when Jonathan called and asked him

he just said that he would

to Rachel and asked, "Dad just called and asked

flashed across her face but

to Jonathan, and he promised not to interfere. She wondered

and Rachel were in the living

with a bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in her hands. She said, "Time

lives since the two of them hadn't visited her

to come over. She even went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients of their favorite dishes and cooked them by

greeted her first, then asked,

I'll just call him." She went

a disgusted look. "Can't you

take the initiative to come downstairs?"

reminded her of their

she wished that she and Jack would also be like them someday.

his hand and said,

table. Jack swiftly pulled

you," she

she said, Tracy subconsciously said, "Why are you so polite? Anyway, let's

felt a little

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

to please her, so he replied, "It's alright. I

she put down her chopsticks casually and said,

Jack and Rachel keenly, and she could tell that

was itching to ask, she

the dinner table was

have lost his appetite too because he ate less than usual. He wiped his mouth and said, "Rachel,

were left at

and

Jack didn't want his parents to know

as his mother, Tracy knew him well, so she didn't believe it. "Do you think I didn't notice?

admitted. "It's not