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.

putting back his phone in his pocket, he quickly walked to the kitchen and

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

knocked on the door. "Rachel, I made

was no answer. The room

the untouched fruits

work this

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

her wherever

seemed not to mind. She didn't object or

it as a silent acquiescence, which could be considered

that time came, he would gradually confess to her

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

said that he would try to drop by

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

face but disappeared

made everything clear to Jonathan, and he promised not to

Rachel were in

an apron, came out of the kitchen with a bowl

lives since the two of them hadn't visited her for a

was why she urged Jonathan to call them and asked them to come over. She even went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients of

her first, then asked, "Where's

Go wash your hands. I'll just call him." She

immediately and gave her a disgusted look. "Can't you keep your voice

downstairs?"

reminded her of their

like them someday. But now, she felt that it would never come true

waved his hand and

Jack swiftly pulled a chair for

she replied

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

a

when she saw that Jack was putting some food on her plate, she couldn't

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

after eating a little, she put down

keenly, and she could tell

itching to ask, she felt

dinner

than usual. He wiped his

and Tracy were left

Jack and inquired curiously, "Son, did you fight? Rachel looks sad

didn't. Maybe she's a little tired from work." As much as possible, Jack didn't want his parents to know that he

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

his mother, he admitted. "It's not