Stuck in you

Chapter 161 Supervising

Eventually, Rachel agreed to look after him for the coming days.

Soon after she made her decision, she received a call from Jonathan.

Apparently, he heard some stories through the grapevine.

He asked how she and Jack were doing lately.

Realizing that Rachel was not keeping Jack at bay, the old man got excited and requested her to take care of Jack until the latter made a full recovery.

Rachel was speechless. She was not sure who among them came up with the idea. They were father and son, indeed.

But even without Jonathan’s interference, Rachel had already decided to supervise Jack for several days.

She did not have work anyway. Besides, it would be tiresome not to find something to do. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Jonathan readied himself to persuade her patiently in case she refused, but much to his disbelief, she accepted pronto.

"Oh! Great!" Her willingness caused him to respond slowly. "I know it is inconvenient for you to take care of Jack. Just punish him if he does not listen to you," he continued brightly on the other side of the phone.

Rachel could not help but giggle.

She found this father and son very amusing.

Jack, on the other hand, did not know his father sold him without hesitation. Since he and Rachel were already on the same page, she had to move to his apartment.

He blatantly asked her to stay with him at all times.

He added to her work the task of accompanying him to some business dinner.

He argued that if she were by his side to play the role of a strict wife, he would have the excuse to resist drinking wine.

Rachel agreed that he made a point.

It was because of the two glasses of wine he drank previously at the social banquet that he was hospitalized.

She only thought for a while before she accepted.

Meanwhile, Austin smiled secretly. He certainly caught his boss's drift.

‘If the boss doesn’t want to drink, nobody could force him to do so. What an innocent woman!’

He clearly saw his boss smile like a wolf, and Rachel was a little lamb about to enter the wolf's mouth.

Rachel didn’t sense anything wrong with Jack’s plan. She felt safe, thus, dropping her guard.

She seemed to forget that he pounced on her the other night.

But women would never neglect what they should not forget. Such cunning creatures, they would temporarily store their thoughts in a box and lock it in a portion of their brain.

Then, during the crucial moment, they would take out the box to open it. Every aspect, including how they felt, would be unlocked.

Since women were great memory keepers, how could it be said that they had poor memory?

Most of the time, their emotions would get the best of them, though. They had the tendency to overlook some memories and to only see what they wanted to see.

For example, Rachel totally forgot that Jack could be very dangerous, and she had to stay vigilant of him.

She had also forgotten what he said a few nights ago when they had dinner with his friends.

Eric was clueless about what was happening between them. He did not know that Rachel was going to take care of Jack again.

Jack took full advantage of his illness to get her closer to him. He carefully planned his steps, one of which was to ask Michael for help.

He asked Michael to keep Eric busy so that the latter wouldn't have time to interfere in their business.

He could see that Eric meant a lot to her.

If his Eric heard about this and said something, Rachel might be swayed.

He would not allow Eric to mess up his plans. Therefore, he had asked Michael to keep an eye on him for the time being.

Rachel did not know that Jack pulled a lot of strings behind the scene just for her to move and become his private doctor.

The following day, Rachel had packed her things and moved to his apartment.

Jack didn't want her to do it alone, so he freed his morning schedule and picked her up.

As he waited for her downstairs, he saw her come out with a small suitcase.

He sauntered over and reached for the bag, effortlessly lifting it as if it weighed nothing.

"Did you put anything inside this?" he asked skeptically. He opened the back door and laid the suitcase down.

"Why not? Summer clothes are light."

They got in the car, and then after changing the gear, Jack steered the wheel and drove away.

In the past few days, there was a lot of rain in the city. The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the sky was covered in clouds.

The wind blowing from outside was damp and humid. Jack closed the window and cranked up the air conditioner.

Rachel could tell that he was in a good mood, and her curiosity got the best of her. "Why do you look so happy?"

"Do I?" He subconsciously lifted his hand and touched his lips.

"It’s all over your face."

Hearing this, Jack cleared his throat and put on a mask. He composed his face, trying to regain his usual aloof expression,

in case Rachel might notice something astray.

Halfway to Jack's apartment, the heavy clouds finally gave in. Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as he drove onward.

The rain fell steadily all the way home.

The lonely house finally ushered them inside. Because Jack seldom lived here, the house seemed deserted the first time she visited.

As she crossed over the threshold, she felt the same cold silence.

Rachel's house appeared cold too because she didn't hire any housekeeper to help maintain the house.

She lived in a big house but didn’t want to buy too many things. She liked it, uncluttered and minimalist.

On the contrary, Jack’s place had excellent pieces of furniture, and everything was well designed. It only felt empty and impersonal because no one stayed regularly.

If someone lived there alone during winter, it would probably feel cold even if the heat was switched on.

Jack carried her suitcase and strode towards his bedroom. His hand reached out and turned the handle.

Rachel was looking around when she noticed where he was.

After hesitating for a while, she hurriedly asked, "Don't you have a guest room here?"

Jack paused and looked at her, his eyes beaming. He raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no guest room. Are you going to sleep in the living room?"

He was lying, Rachel saw an unused guest room the last time. Besides, he told her that Michael would occasionally sleep here.

Men were not like women who could share the same bed and sleep together.

She was about to say that she was going to sleep in that guest room, but Jack interrupted her decisively. "Don't think about it. Do you think I will let you sleep in a bed that another man had slept in?"

Unable to say anything more, she could only watch him go.

When she was about to move in, she had imagined how they would get along with each other.

There was no need to be pretentious at this moment.

She patted her face and diverted her attention.

She wandered through the room again and saw one of the windows was left open. The white linen curtains stretched right to the floor and billowed as the wind came through. She went over and found that some layers of the curtains were soaked by the rain.

Glancing outside, she saw the morning mist had become a steady icy rain. The sky was dark and overcast.

She was absorbing the scene attentively when a pair of arms came over behind her, startling her.

He dragged her from the window and said, "Don't stand here in the rain. It's easy to catch a cold."

Rachel took a step back and saw him lean, closing the window. He gazed down and saw a small puddle of water below the wet curtain. He frowned.

'He is not a very careful person, after all,' she thought for a second. "How can you do something so stupid?" Rachel teased, smiling widely.

"Would I be so stupid?" Jack ignored her banter. "Once, Michael fostered a cat here, and that stupid cat liked to squat down by the window.

He always sat there to watch the weather, no matter if it was rainy."

Rachel was curious. "And then? Did the cat find the scene beautiful?"

Jack glanced at her with indifference. "The cat was blown away and was sent to the hospital."

Rachel broke into laughter. She was amused by the unexpected result.

"That was not the end of it. Not long after it recovered and was sent home, it was brought back to the hospital again. I have never seen a more stupid cat than that."

After several rounds of torment, Jack lost his patience and finally flung the cat back to Michael.

Back then, the housekeeper kept calling him in a frenzy. "Mr. Fu, the cat seems to be sick again!"