Stuck in you

Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked at Rachel. Was she threatening him?

Seeing his expression, Rachel realized that Jack had misunderstood her. She didn't intend to threaten him. She just wanted to remind him. Besides, he wasn't the kind of person that one could easily threaten.

However, she was confident that Jack would take her up on her offer. She had a bargaining chip ready. "I can help you. You and Celine can be together. If you ever need me in the future, I can put in a good word for her with your family.

I believe that if I put in a good word for Celine, it will be easier for her to eventually marry into the Fu family."

A slight frown formed on Jack's face. He knew how his family liked Rachel. He had stayed married for the past five years because he hadn't come up with the perfect reason to end the marriage—a reason that would drive Rachel to file for divorce herself and avoid hurting his parents at the same time.

Seeing the subtle change in Jack's expression, Rachel knew that they were about to reach an agreement.

Jack seldom showed emotion. It was not easy to elicit a visual response from him.

In the silence, Rachel looked at Eric and saw his badly-beaten face. He had suffered a loss today, and she wondered if this had finally enlightened him. The thought that Celine could manipulate her brother angered Rachel deeply.

"Why are you still here?" she asked coldly.

Eric hadn't expected Rachel to address him so suddenly. He was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what she meant. He stood up, looked at Jack and asked, "Are you done talking?"

"I think Mr. Fu might need some time to think things through. We're leaving now," Rachel announced.

Without saying goodbye, she grabbed Eric and away they went.

Rachel did not let go of Eric's hand until they had left the room. The whole time, she had a blank expression on her face. He was confused, but upon seeing her face, he decided that it was wiser to keep quiet.

When the two reached Rachel's car, she wordlessly opened the driver's side door, got in, adjusted her seatbelt, and started the car all within seconds.

It was not until she had held on to the steering wheel with both hands that Eric snapped out of his daze. He quickly raised his hand and rapped on the passenger's side window. Rachel glanced at him coldly. With a pitiful look, he said, "Aren't you going to give me a ride?"

"Did I tell you not to get in?"

Her answer felt like amnesty for him. Relieved, he opened the door and got into the car. Rachel did not start the car until he had secured his seatbelt.

Finally, she started driving. It grew uncomfortably quiet, and for some reason, it felt as though it had gotten colder and colder in that cramped space.

Rachel remained quiet, but Eric glanced at her from time to time.

expressionless face. He was afraid that she would suddenly erupt. Although she didn't say a thing, there was something in

attention to him at all. She had her eyes fixed on the road, and she drove the car smoothly. Beside her, Eric sat still

stopped in the hospital's parking lot. Seeing that Rachel was gathering her things and was probably about to get out

blank expression on her face. Eric was terrified now. It would have been better if she beat him than to

do his best to protect his pride. This time, however, he

laughing and reached out to touch Eric's face. He recoiled out of reflex, but when he recognized what

brother's face that had been hit. Her fingers were cool and slightly sticky to the touch. Tracing the edges of a red and swollen area, she was able to make

pressed her fingers gently on the spot. Eric felt a tingle. "Does

must be worried about him, he quickly shook his

Immediately, she pressed down on

scream echoed in the empty parking lot.

That hurts!"

soothing ointment on her brother's face. With a cold smile, she said, "Don't worry. Just continue

sensation made Eric gasp. Then, intrigued by her comment, he asked curiously, "Why is

smile and, pressing on his bruise again. "Jack will cut you up

Rachel! Be gentle,

later, you're going to die. I might as well take

ointment on Eric's face, the latter dashed into the nearest restroom. He had to check how much damage was done to his

fix Eric up and climbed out of the car. After closing the door, she turned around to see Eric coming out of the restroom, looking

there had only been one handprint on his face. Now, his face had yellow and red marks on it as if someone had beaten him up a second

patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be depressed. It's not that I've applied too much ointment. It must be because you were already ugly

really my sister?" he asked as

smile that quickly disappeared. "There won't be a third time, Eric. I can assure you that the next time this happens, I will

was no trace of joking in her dark eyes. In an instant, Eric thought of the ferocity of the people who had

help but shudder. He swallowed and tried to make sense of things. "He won't be that cruel, right? After

being stupid right now, or were you just born stupid? You are messing with his woman. How

taught you a lesson? Don't you have any idea

wasn't me. Celine invited me," Eric weakly protested,

I tell you right now to jump off a

response. He said, clearly hurt, "Rachel,

breath to help ease her anxiety. She knew that her anger was affecting the way she

clear that Celine was taking advantage of Eric. He was a jerk sometimes, but he was

he tried hooking up with