Stuck in you

The beaten-up young man was stunned and frightened. He knelt on the floor and kept kowtowing with tears and snot all over his face. "I only really wanted her bag at that time. I've seen it on the Internet before, and it's worth a lot of money. I really didn't want to rape her. Can you just sue me for theft?"

"Is that possible?" Jack's dark eyes gave out a cold light. He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of one of the policemen two times. "I'll leave the rest to you. Thank you for your hard work."

After that, he took Rachel's hand and walked away. In the past few nights, he unconsciously woke up from the same nightmare at an ungodly hour, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Fortunately, the thing that he feared did not happen. If it had, then he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

When she came back from Brookmount City, Rachel found something. Every night when she slept, Jack would always hold her tightly. She protested multiple times, "Jack, too tight—I can't breathe."

He always tried to bring her closer to him and ignore her complaints, saying, "This is for your own sake, so you can feel a sense of safety."

After resting at home for two days, Rachel went back to the hospital to report again. She was called into the director's office to update him on the status of the exchange meeting. Luckily, Jack had anticipated it so he asked another doctor to attend the meeting in her stead and brought back a pile of documents.

When asked about the meeting, Rachel put the pile of documents in front of the director. Seeing his satisfied nod, she realized how much she had misunderstood Jack.

She still remembered telling Jack that such an arrangement was unnecessary, but the current situation showed that he was right.

However, she would never tell Jack how right he was about it because he might get complacent and rub it into her face. Even so, she sent Jack a message asking, "What do you feel like eating tonight? I'll cook it for you."

Not long after, he replied, "No, I'll cook."

When Rachel came home from the hospital, an appetizing smell was the first thing that greeted her as soon as she opened the door. She saw Jack puttering about in the kitchen. Several dishes were already laid out on the table, with a selection of meats and vegetables for a balanced meal.

She pushed the sliding door open, swiped a small piece of eggplant from one of the dishes, and asked vaguely, "Is anyone coming over to visit tonight?"

"No," Jack replied in a low voice.

"Just the two of us, then?" Jack was preparing too much food for only two people. There are five dishes on the table, and he didn't seem to be done cooking.

Jack skillfully scooped up the juices from the pan and turned off the heat. He then took out the fragrant sweet and sour spareribs and handed the dish to her, saying, "Put these ribs on the table. Grab that bowl of soup and wait outside. I'll be done soon."

sat down at the table. After some time, she finally saw him come out of the kitchen with a bowl of

an important

her, took off his apron, and headed to the bedroom. When he came out again, he was holding a bouquet of

song "You Are My Angel,"

with the song and murmured, "My

he placed a hand on the back of the chair, slightly bent down, and handed the roses to her. His gentle and magnetic voice drifted into her ears. "Rachel, I used to think that signing one contract after another and establishing branch companies of MK Group around the world were my proudest

a low voice. She had always known

and said softly, "Now,

a certain tension swirled in his dark and deep eyes. He licked his lips and said, "When I'm in the kitchen making dinner for you and watching you eat happily and contentedly, this is the moment that I feel the

These identities make me the proudest man in the world, not my role as the president of

move. Her eyes were wide open, and tears started to collect in

"Of course."

a jewelry box from his pocket, and opened it. Rachel's breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful diamond ring resting

in a serious, intense tone, "Rachel Shen, will you marry me?

dream. Before, they

wedding rings were purchased by

for real, she never imagined that she would still get a proposal. All along, she thought that they

what girl wouldn't dream

but Rachel's heart had never felt warmer. He knew what she

was a warm home instead of a cold house

tears spilling out like spring water, Jack smiled and said, "Rachel, answer me, please! Will you marry me? My legs are already numb. You don't want me to limp into the wedding hall with you,

you talking

chuckled before blinking rapidly and putting on a pitiful, puppy-like expression. She reached out to

He quickly slipped the ring onto her

brightly under the lights above them. Looking at the ring didn't pull Rachel from the dream-like quality that her reality had

together. Rachel couldn't help but feel how unpredictable life was. She had

steady beat of his heart. At that moment,

didn't even

then, I'm telling