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.

phone in his pocket, he quickly walked to the

the light

the bedroom and knocked on the door. "Rachel, I made some

was no answer. The room was very

he was the one who ate both the untouched fruits and

didn't work

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

followed her wherever she

mind. She didn't object or

her attitude, he thought of it as a silent acquiescence,

back to normal. When that time came, he would gradually

her up from the hospital when Jonathan called and

any confirmation. Instead, he just said that he would try to

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

flashed across her face but

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

and Rachel were in the

a bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in her

with Jack and Rachel's lives since the two

went to the

first, then asked, "Where's

your hands. I'll just call him." She went a few

her a disgusted look.

to come downstairs?" Although Tracy's voice

their

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

his hand and said, "Never

went to the table. Jack swiftly pulled a chair for her

she

are you so polite? Anyway,

felt a

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

take this opportunity to please her, so he replied, "It's alright. I like doing

eating a little, she put down her chopsticks casually and

had been observing Jack and Rachel keenly, and she could

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

at the dinner table was a

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

were left at the

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

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

well, so she didn't believe it. "Do you

from his mother, he admitted. "It's not a big