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.

his pocket, he quickly walked to the kitchen and

when he took the milk and the omelet to the study, the light inside was already off. She had returned to

on the door. "Rachel, I

The room

who ate both the

work this time

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

her

to mind. She didn't object or scold

it as a silent acquiescence,

that 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 called and asked him to go home

confirmation. Instead, he just said that he would try to drop by

they were on their way home, he turned to Rachel and asked, "Dad just called and asked me to go home for dinner.

face but disappeared quickly. She

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

were in the living

apron, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of sweet and sour spareribs in her hands.

the two of them hadn't visited her for a

went to the supermarket to buy

first, then asked, "Where's

just call him." She went a few steps upstairs and shouted,

her a disgusted

downstairs?" Although

of their bickering

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

waved his hand

table. Jack swiftly pulled a chair

she replied

are you so polite? Anyway, let's sit down

felt a little

she couldn't help saying,

please her, so he

she put down

could tell that something wasn't right between the two

she was itching to ask, she

at the dinner

less than usual. He

and Tracy were left

Jack and

tired from work." As much as possible, Jack didn't want his parents to know that he and Rachel

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

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