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?"

now?" With a hand

Afraid that the man might faint, she whirled at Michael. "Don't just stand there," she

himself and waved his hand. His face was pale. "It's fine. I

the car and drove off. Staring at the gradually retreating car,

lifted her. Now, she could feel

her best to restrain her

him. "I won't go," he said indifferently. "You

"Okay."

were out of sight, he sighed and

time as he threw her onto the bed. She was about

go of me!"

can go back to Bill?" Jack grabbed two

the implication of his words. Seeing as her hands were controlled

eyes darkened.

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

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

of her

ever see him again,"

"He's a friend."

you know it!" He kicked the chair beside him. His eyes were rimmed red, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a string of

his roar. She didn't expect him

this opportunity to hold her tightly and rest his chin on top of her shoulder. "I'm jealous, okay?" he whispered. "I'm jealous of him." Without another word, he

that she had no other choice, she shut her eyes and found herself

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

discuss anything. However, at that moment, Rachel knew that it was time for her to reflect on their

thinking that she would never see him again, all she ever wanted to do was forget

they could go back together, maybe it was time for her to confront it as

and stared at the documents on her

growled

to the dining hall and ordered a sandwich and a cup of black coffee for herself. Before she could head over to her usual spot, the director called her over. He smiled faintly and offered her a

was in a good mood. "Being a doctor isn't easy. Are you sure that's all you want

eating, Rachel wasn't much of a talker, especially if she

was acting very unusually. He just couldn't

office now." She

"Wait."

only follow his orders.

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