Stuck in you

With a charming smile on his face, Jack asked, "Why are you even focused on dealing with other people's problems? Shouldn't we talk about our relationship first?"

Rachel straightened her posture and swirled her spoon in the coffee. "Hasn't it always been this way between us? Do you really have anything else you want to say?"

"What do you think?"

Jack grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.

He thought that he could wait for her until she said that she was willing to come back to him, but after seeing that Bill was also pursuing her, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Haven't you seen how I behave recently?" he protested, waving his arms up in the air. "Now that Celine has left, there's nothing stopping us from being together."

"It's not that!" Rachel just didn't know how to express herself.

Although Celine was the reason why they had broken up in the first place, the woman still left a mark in their relationship. Every time she wanted to start over, the joy she felt would be replaced by anxiety and fear again.

She was afraid that it would happen all over again.

Rachel pursed her lips. "Can't you just give me some time? Let's talk about it later."

Maybe, in the near future, the uneasiness would dissipate.

Sitting on the sofa, Bill watched as Howard paced back and forth in the living room. The older man folded his hands behind his back as he stopped and glanced at them from time to time.

It'd been twenty minutes since he had arrived.

"Why did you come here?" Bill asked.

Howard stopped walking. Finally, he turned to look at him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he shook his head and sighed. He didn't know what to say.

Although Bill was patient, Andy couldn't take the silence anymore. He shuffled anxiously and snapped, "If you don't have anything to say, then you can go back and think it over. Do you know how busy Bill is?"

"What is he busy with then? Busy chasing another man's woman?"

However, he regretted those words as soon as they left his lips. Staring into Andy's widened eyes and the frown that slithered its way into Bill's lips, he quickly explained, "That was wrong of me. Bill, have you gone out with Rachel a lot recently?"

answered. "How did you

the tea in

say what you want to say first." Andy crossed his arms, agitated to know what he was about to say. As soon as he heard

"Get me some tea."

"Go, Andy,"

that Howard didn't want Andy to overhear the conversation. Besides, Bill had a feeling that he knew what Howard was

anxious," Howard explained. "It would be bad for his

Let's get down to

man

smiling face that he couldn't help but nervous when the young man became serious. He clenched his fists and cleared his throat. With

be a little bit excited. "Mr. Fu, don't worry. Our company has completed

and glee in the man's eyes, Jack sneered and pretended to have just seen the name of the project. He shook his head sheepishly. "Oh,

another file and handed it to him. It was totally different from the previous project. This

insult Jack had shot at him. Jack crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. "Mr. Wu, it seems that you still don't know where you stand yet. As far as I know, your company hasn't taken any project in for nearly a month, right? Do you plan on eating air?" Howard's face turned bright red. "Jack, did you ask me here to come and insult me with such a small project? I'm your father's friend, and this is how you treat me?" "All I want is to make a deal with you." Jack flicked his cigarette onto the crystal ashtray and smiled. "If you agree, your company's guarantee in the bank plus the resort cooperation case will be given to you without a problem." The bait was far

Howard exhaled shakily. He glanced at his son from time to time, and

"And what happened?"

indifferent, his two hands were clenched

the topic. "My friend's daughter just came back from abroad. How about I'll arrange a date for you?" he offered. "I've seen the girl before. She's

say? Just spit it out," Bill quickly

about the deal. It must've something to do with me. Otherwise,

cigarette with him, he rarely smoked. He only did it whenever

that he could smoke. He frowned. "When did

stared at the

cover his embarrassment, Howard protested, "Cigarettes aren't good for your

father, yet

glazed over with anger, but in an instant, they dimmed down. "Fine, I may not have been a good father, maybe even not a dutiful father, but consider my

amazing Rachel is, she's a divorced woman. With your background, you can have

together. He stubbed out his cigarette. "Don't tell me that the condition you had with that asshole was for

a clattering sound echoed across the hall. Andy let the teacup crash heavily onto the floor as he trembled with anger. "How dare you!"

his sake!" Howard protested, but