Stuck in you

Jack frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable. When he saw that Rachel looked back, he tried to put his hand down and forced an emotionless face.

However, it was already too late.

"Are you having a stomachache?" She frowned. "Have you had dinner?"

Jack hesitated, unsure on what to tell her.

At his hesitation, her face darkened. "Don't lie to me."

"No, I haven't," he said sulkily.

Besides, he knew for a fact that the truth would garner her attention,

and it did. Throughout the entire day, she had given him her undivided attention.

Rachel was the one who supervised and cared for him as if he was her patient. When she heard that he hadn't had dinner yet, she decided to take up other measures.

She pulled Jack onto the sofa and asked him to sit down as if she was instructing a disobedient child. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't run around. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles in a bit."

Without another word, she turned towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Judging from all the fresh ingredients, it was obvious that they were just bought recently. Her lips turned after surveying all of them.

"Tell them not to buy so many things next time," she advised.

Besides, they only had breakfasts and suppers at home. By the time they got through all of them, the vegetables might have already rotted.

Jack nodded as a smile threaded across his lips.

His wife was excellent at taking care of people, given that this was also her profession.

Rachel placed the noodles into a bowl of steaming water. When the noodles were already softening, she added beef slices and a dash of beans into the broth to give it a delectable base. She put a fried egg on top and sprinkled the noodles with chopped greens.

It looked like a chef's masterpiece. The food's aroma drifted around the room,

enticing Jack almost immediately.

There were a lot of noodles in the bowl. As Rachel was about to hand the chopsticks to him, he went over and got another pair.

He smiled. "It's not good to eat too much, right? It wouldn't do my stomach any good."

Rachel blinked. "I've already had dinner. Really, it's okay if you don't finish them. It doesn't..." '...matter.'

Before she could even finish her words, Jack moved the bowl between them. "We shouldn't waste food."

Rachel was at a loss for words. She had never seen him save money.

chair closer to

"We can share."

relented. "Just

were filled with mirth.

taste better than they looked, and that was saying something. However, Jack had

and ate some before putting down her chopsticks. Her stomach couldn't

his hand casually. "I

as Jack buried his head into the bowl. She couldn't help but wonder

with Jack, everything just felt so natural,

herself millions of times, yet she still couldn't

a gate between them before, and now

Jack already finished the

he had

"That was really good,"

everything and open up her own noodle

a bowl of delicious noodles, she wasn't that good at

own initiative. When he was done, Rachel gave him the medicine and recorded

Jack had gotten

and the loving

getting better, a feeling of dread came over him. He had already tricked Rachel into coming here and taking care of him. Why was he already getting better so

this time, he came up

showering, Jack didn't return to the

the living room. She didn't even notice

he had lost interest in the book when he found that it WAS decorated

is she always like this? Is the

her arms around her waist

back that she almost dropped the book

sideways and sat like that. She leaned

a blush. "Let me

placed the thick

"Let's talk."

Seeing him wrapped around her like a

like this. You'll hear

leaned in closer.

Her face flushed.

under his grip, but it was fruitless. Seeing this, Jack finally let her go. She leaned on the other side of the sofa as he

Why are you laughing?" she

and flicked Rachel's forehead.

her now. She always found a way out

was cute whenever she wasn't clingy to him and how she was shy whenever he tried to kiss

her doing this only amused

had fallen deeply for