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.

walked to the kitchen

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

knocked on the door. "Rachel, I made some midnight snack for

answer. The room was

he was the one who ate both the untouched fruits and

didn't work this time

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

followed her wherever

to mind. She didn't object

he thought of it as a silent acquiescence,

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

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

any confirmation. Instead, he just said that

asked, "Dad just called and asked me to

across her face but disappeared

went to the Fu family's house, she made everything clear to Jonathan, and he promised

and Rachel were

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

wasn't updated with Jack and Rachel's lives since the two of them hadn't visited her for

them and asked them 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,

call him." She went a few steps upstairs

came down immediately and gave her a disgusted look. "Can't you keep

didn't you take the initiative to come downstairs?" Although

her of their bickering moments

also be like them someday. But now, she felt that it would never

hand and

of them went to the table. Jack swiftly pulled a chair for her and said, "Rachel, sit

you," she

Tracy subconsciously said, "Why are you so

a little

on her plate, she couldn't

to please her, so he replied,

eating a little, she put down her chopsticks casually and

could tell that something wasn't right between the two

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

at the dinner

less than usual. He wiped his mouth and said, "Rachel, come with me to the

and Tracy were left

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

tired from work." As much as possible, Jack didn't

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

hide anything from his mother, he admitted. "It's