Stuck in you

Rachel put down the vacuum cup and was about to help, but Lucas shook his head and pointed to the chair, motioning her to sit again.

He put the box down in front of his feet, wiped his hands on his pants, and asked in a low voice, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Yes. Why?" she asked.

He replied slowly, "I want to invite you and Jack for dinner. We haven't had a meal together ever since."

That afternoon, when Jack came to pick up Rachel from work, she suddenly remembered Lucas' invitation, so she told him about it.

Jack didn't answer at once. His fingers were tapping the steering wheel while he seemed lost in thought.

Rachel couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Are you not available?"

"I am," he answered quickly.

But then he added, "How can you let him invite us to dinner when it should be us treating him to a meal?"

"It doesn't matter," she replied casually without thinking too much.

He didn't say anything more. He looked straight ahead and focused on driving, but his heart complained silently, 'Of course it matters. We should invite Lucas and treat him to dinner as a couple.'

The next day, Rachel finished her work earlier than usual. She looked at the time and called Jack. "Are you almost here?"

"I'm still in the office. Give me a few minutes." He was actually packing up while talking with her on the phone.

"Alright."

Thinking that he must be busy with something, she sat on her desk first, took a report, and read it slowly.

After a while, her phone on the desk vibrated. When she picked it up and opened the inbox, it was a message from Lucas. He said something unexpected came up, and he would be late.

It was only then that she noticed the time. Half an hour had already passed from the time they had agreed to meet. She replied "Okay" and immediately called Jack.

Jack was already at the gate of the hospital, so she quickly packed up and strode to the entrance.

Since the rush hour had already passed, they arrived at the hotel in less than ten minutes. Led by the waiter, they walked into the booked room. Lucas wasn't there yet.

sat down. Since she had nothing else to do, she

in his pocket. He peeked through the window, then touched the TV rack beside it. With a frown, he smacked his lips and asked, "How can you make a reservation

a low voice, "The wind is

focused back on

Since he had nothing to do as well, he picked up the menu and read it. "The dishes in this restaurant don't look good. They don't even

didn't reply anymore. It was as if

attention was on her phone and thinking about meeting Lucas later, he felt

her phone, looked at him, and said, "Do you want to go

table and said seriously with a straight face, "No way. He invited

his two fingers, and added,

pursed her lips. She then said, "Lucas won't mind if you leave first. Besides, don't you think you will only feel out of

told you that?" he immediately shouted, trying

glanced at him but said

contempt in her eyes. He irritably scratched the back of his head. He just

that Rachel had once intended to spend the

a few minutes. After sitting quietly for a while, Rachel stood up to go to the bathroom. But when she turned around,

a smile, she waved his hand to greet them. "Did I make you

just arrived," Rachel replied. Upon noticing that Jack was

of contempt, he stood up reluctantly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said,

voice was very low when

so she frowned and pinched his waist secretly. With a voice that only the two of them could hear, she asked,

"I'm fine,"

out the chair beside him

Lucas' tone was always gentle and calm. He turned his head and looked behind him.

beautiful fish in the aquarium along the hallway, so she went to ask the waiter what kind of

hand

in light steps. When he saw her protruding belly, his mouth curved into a

down. Lucas, how could you let your wife walk to the counter alone with her big belly? You should have gone and

too sudden and too evident

a sweet voice, "Rachel, it's been a long time since we last met. How

Rachel answered with a smile. She looked down at Iris' protruding

four months. The baby has just started to show up, so I'm still not used to it." Iris raised her

her waist naturally. He lowered his head and said in a gentle voice, "You must be tired. Have