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

the omelet to the study, the light inside was already

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

answer. The room

who ate both the untouched fruits and midnight snack that he

didn't work this time

use any

followed her

seemed not to mind. She

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

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

pick her up from the hospital when Jonathan

didn't give any confirmation. Instead, he just said that he would try to drop by if he

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

face but disappeared quickly. She then nodded

she made everything clear to Jonathan, and he

and Rachel were in

a bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in her hands. She

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

over. She even went to the supermarket to

her first,

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

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

to come downstairs?" Although Tracy's

their

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

waved his hand and said,

table. Jack swiftly pulled a

she

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

a

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

Jack wanted to take this opportunity to please her, so he replied,

her appetite, so after eating a little, she put down

Rachel keenly, and she could tell that something wasn't right between the two of

to ask, she felt like

at the dinner table

less than usual. He wiped his mouth and

Tracy were left

time Jack and inquired curiously, "Son, did you

possible, Jack didn't want his parents to

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

anything from his mother, he admitted.