Stuck in you

Celine didn't expect that when she and her friends walked out of the bar two nights later, they would be cornered by two men with a suitcase.

Upon taking a closer look, she realized that the suitcase was hers!

After taking a shower, Rachel was about to dry her hair and go to bed when she heard a familiar screech echoing from the other side of the door. "Open the door! Open the door!"

The muffled sounds grew louder and louder as each second passed.

She frowned, wondering why Celine would come here of all places.

Although she wanted to ignore it, it was already approaching midnight. If the woman continued to scream like a banshee, Rachel was afraid that the neighbors would begin to complain.

However, as soon as Rachel opened the door, she was met with a slap in the face. "Are you crazy?" she demanded.

"Am I crazy? This is all your fault! I'll fucking kill you!" Celine glared at her ferociously. She was about to slap her again but Rachel had already grabbed her wrist.

She wasn't foolish enough to stand still and let her succeed once more.

Rachel dug her nails into the woman's skin. "Why don't you head back to the mental hospital?" she said snidely. "Your doctors are probably looking for you."

It was already late at night, and she wasn't in the mood to converse with Celine anymore. But just as she was about to close the door, Celine blocked it with a foot. "You're the one who inserted yourself in our lives. Jack is mine! How dare you try to compete with something that isn't yours in the first place, you fucking slut!"

she cursed.

Rachel sneered. "If you haven't figured it out already, I'm the one with the marriage certificate."

She pointed at her. "You, in your own words, are the 'fucking slut' who invaded my relationship."

That was the last thing Celine wanted to hear from her. She gritted her teeth, and a crazed glint appeared in her eyes. "I'm the one who Jack loves! If it weren't for you, I would've already married him. I wouldn't have been driven out of Ninwell City like this!"

The two men that had greeted her by the entrance of the bar were ordered by Jack to send her out of Ninwell City.

It had been seventy-two hours since their last conversation.

If she hadn't been screaming to attract the police, she would've already been out of the picture.

Thinking of this, her face twisted further. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this! This is your fault!"

While she was speaking, Celine suddenly wrenched a small knife from her bag and waved it at her. She looked like one of those killers in the movies Rachel used to watch.

'Has she gone mad?'

eyes widened at the sight as she staggered back. She was about to run

Jack grabbed the woman's wrists. He twisted her

would do something crazy again, Rachel didn't waste any time as she picked up the knife and threw it into the trash can. When she glanced at them, Celine had already fallen to the floor, and her usually smooth

you okay? Did you get hurt?" Jack placed his hands on Rachel's shoulders as he scanned her

head. "I'm

take care of it. You can go back to your room first and dry your

he suddenly received

she could vaguely hear their conversation. She dried her hair.

'Did he leave?'

opened the door to see that Jack had been lounging

glass of wine. "Why are you drinking here alone?" she

and his eyes crinkled. "Now, you have no reason to reject me,

She froze,

stunned by his question.

to say how we weren't suitable for

still haven't explained to

cheek was so swollen that she had to apply some ice

eyes were filled

she removed his hands. "Have you found the evidence that

department. The nurse was the one who

out a U disk from his pocket and handed it to her. "You can give this to your director, and everything will be

carefully in her

any lawsuits or prosecutions." He was serious for

was like a

innocent and expectant eyes, she couldn't

about I'll think about it?" she

his hand to pinch the other cheek.

did you ask me about it

for you to prepare

raised her eyebrow. "Prepare

to be my

and Rachel still couldn't sleep. She couldn't help but recall

she couldn't sleep that night,

on the door of the director's office and placed the U

bright red. He slammed his hands onto the table and shouted, "Bastard! How could

flush of embarrassment spread around his cheeks as he smiled awkwardly. "It seemed that I misunderstood you," he apologized. "I'll ask the lawyer to

long as the misunderstanding has been cleared

her