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?"

he answered. "How

down the tea in one

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

"Get me some tea."

"Go, Andy,"

want Andy to overhear the conversation. Besides, Bill had a feeling that he knew what

was afraid that he'd be too anxious," Howard explained. "It would be bad for his

Let's get down

young man leaned

had been so used to his son's smiling face that he couldn't help but nervous when the young man became serious. He clenched his fists and cleared his throat. With that, he began to tell him the events that had unfolded while he was in Jack's

acquired, he couldn't help but be a little bit

eyes, Jack sneered and pretended to have just seen the name of the project. He shook his head sheepishly. "Oh, it seems that

stood up and walked to his desk. He took another file and handed it to him. It was totally different from the previous project. This was just a

over this project." "Mr. Fu, this project can be finished by some other company. We don't want to deal with this." Howard was about to turn and leave. His face was already blubbering with anger from the 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

He glanced at his son from time to time, and his

"And what happened?"

still indifferent, his two hands were

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 tall, good-looking, and

to say? Just spit it out," Bill quickly

the deal. It must've something to do with me. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be

rarely smoked. He

smoke. He

at the old

to cover his embarrassment, Howard protested, "Cigarettes aren't

not a good father,

instant, they dimmed down. "Fine, I may not have been a good father, maybe even not a dutiful father, but consider my

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

out his cigarette. "Don't tell me that the condition you had with that asshole was for me to back off,"

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

protested, but he didn't seem convinced by