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?"

tell me now?" With a

man might faint, she whirled

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

say her farewells as he started the car and drove off. Staring at the gradually retreating car, Rachel sighed. "Can

she could feel her feet dangling off the ground,

her best to restrain her irritation.

Instead, he threw the red packet to the man behind him. "I won't go," he said indifferently. "You can hand it over

"Okay."

his pocket and waved at the retreating couple. Once they were out of sight, he sighed and shook his head. "It's

they arrived at her apartment, he didn't waste any time as he threw her onto the bed. She was about to get out when he pressed her down once

of

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

implication of his words. Seeing as her hands

darkened. "Don't

"How about we sit and have a good talk,"

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

let go of

him

"He's a friend."

himself from letting out a string

roar. She didn't expect him to

used this opportunity to hold her tightly and rest his chin on top of her shoulder. "I'm jealous, okay?" he whispered. "I'm jealous

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

at the man sleeping next to her, she sighed and freshened up. She picked up the articles of clothing around

anything. However, at that moment, Rachel knew that

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

there was a chance that they could go back together, maybe it was time for her to confront

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

growled in

and a cup of black coffee for herself. Before she could head over to her usual spot, the director called her

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

much of a talker, especially if she was seated with a person

very unusually. He just couldn't

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

"Wait."

follow his

the next two days?"