Stuck in you

Before Rachel could answer, Bill's voice sounded from behind them. "Rachel, Andy's fine after taking the medicine. Let's go."

"Bill?"

Jack finally withdrew himself as a bitter smile slipped into his lips.

A shiver shot down her spine.

Being the smart man that he was, Michael took two steps back. He glanced at the three of them cautiously as he crossed his arms. "I surely won't be bored tonight," he murmured to himself.

When Rachel got out of the car, she could almost feel the atmosphere thickening with tension. She glanced at Michael. "The party's about to start. Shouldn't you go in?"

"It doesn't matter. Besides, all we need to do is hand over the red packets. Jack would be finished here in a bit."

He shrugged.

She shuffled uncomfortably as the two men gazed at each other. They looked like a pair of bulls about to ram against each other.

Jack was the first one to break the silence. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand on Bill's shoulder. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"Well, the city's not that big," Bill replied.

Jack smiled faintly.

"It seems that it wasn't enough that we had met abroad; we run into each other here as well. Isn't fate interesting?"

Rachel noticed the iciness crawling into his features, and her heart twitched at the sight. She immediately walked forward and tried to dispel the tension between them. "It's really not appropriate to stand and talk here," she insisted. "Do you want to find a place nearby so we can all catch up?"

"Don't bother." Jack's arm snaked around her waist as if he was declaring Rachel was his woman.

She frowned and pushed him. However, no matter how hard she tried to shove him, he still remained unmoving. Furthermore, the grip he had on her waist tightened at her every movement.

"Mr. Fu, shouldn't you attend the party? Rachel and I still have a dinner to get to." Bill tried to hold the woman's hand, but given that she was under Jack's grasp, he failed to do so.

"Rachel is going with you. How about I'll invite you to our house some other day? I'll ask her to cook for you. It's definitely better than the food outside."

He made sure to emphasize the words "our house." When Bill stiffened at his words, Jack grinned in satisfaction.

Bill reeled back as if he had been punched in the gut.

His expression changed almost immediately. "What do you mean by that?"

Afraid that it might affect his heart condition, Rachel waved it off. "You should go back tonight, Bill. I'll explain it to you tomorrow, okay?"

me now?" With a hand on

man might faint, she whirled at

hand. His face was pale. "It's fine. I can send myself home." "I'll call you

her farewells as he started the car and drove off. Staring at the gradually retreating car, Rachel sighed. "Can you let go of me?" she

feel

her best to restrain her irritation.

red packet to the man behind him. "I won't go," he said indifferently. "You

"Okay."

pocket and waved at the retreating couple. Once they were out of sight, he sighed and shook his

onto the bed. She was about

go of me!" she

So you can go back to Bill?" Jack grabbed two of her wrists and raised it above her

of his words. Seeing as her hands were

darkened.

voice gradually turned cold. "How about we sit and have

a bucket of ice had been thrown to his face. Jack froze, finally waking up

of her and stepped

see him again," he

"He's a friend."

the chair beside him. His eyes were rimmed red, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a string of curses. "Have you seen the way he acts

roar. She didn't expect him to

on top of her shoulder. "I'm jealous, okay?" he whispered. "I'm jealous of him." Without another word, he locked her into

choice, she shut her eyes and

it was already morning. Glancing at the man sleeping next to her, she sighed and freshened up. She picked

they had last night didn't give them an opportunity to discuss anything. However, at

that she would never see him again, all she ever

there was a chance that they could go back together, maybe

on as Rachel sat in her office and stared at the documents on her desk. It wasn't until she had heard someone calling out "lunch time"

growled in

for herself. Before she could head over to her usual

he was in a good mood. "Being a doctor isn't

for me." While she was eating, Rachel wasn't much of a talker, especially if she

the director was acting very unusually. He

my office now." She motioned to her empty plate.

"Wait."

could only follow his

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