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 kitchen and prepared a midnight snack

light inside was already off. She had returned to the bedroom and locked the

door. "Rachel, I made some midnight snack for you. Please come out

answer. The room was very

he was the one who ate both the untouched fruits and midnight snack that he

methods didn't work this

use any methods anymore,

her wherever she

not to mind. She didn't object

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

went back to normal. When that time came, he would gradually confess to her all the things he hid about

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

just said that he would try to drop by if he had

turned to Rachel and asked, "Dad just called and asked me to go home for dinner. Do

face but disappeared

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

Rachel were in the

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

the two of them hadn't visited her for a

call them and asked them to come over. She even went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients of their favorite

her first, then asked, "Where's

upstairs. Go wash your hands. I'll just call him." She went a few steps

a disgusted look.

come downstairs?" Although Tracy's voice was

reminded her of their bickering moments that

them someday. But now, she

his hand

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

you," she replied

said, "Why are you so polite?

a little

she couldn't help saying, "You don't have

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

after eating a little, she put down her chopsticks casually and

observing Jack and Rachel keenly, and she could

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

dinner table

to have lost his appetite too because he ate less than usual. He

and Tracy were left at

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

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

so she didn't believe it. "Do you

admitted.