Stuck in you novel Chapter 12

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.

He dreaded her expressionless face. He was afraid that she would suddenly erupt. Although she didn't say a thing, there was something in there that made him feel as though he was about to die.

Nevertheless, it seemed that Rachel wasn't paying attention to him at all. She had her eyes fixed on the road, and she drove the car smoothly. Beside her, Eric sat still like a turtle with its head inside in its shell. He did not dare make a single comment or ask her where they were headed.

After some time, the car slowed. Eric looked out and noticed that they had stopped in the hospital's parking lot. Seeing that Rachel was gathering her things and was probably about to get out of the vehicle, he swallowed and quickly reached out and grabbed her.

Rachel turned to look at him, still with a blank expression on her face. Eric was terrified now. It would have been better if she beat him than to keep silent all the time.

Eric believed that a man should do his best to protect his pride. This time, however, he shed his armor and surrendered. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I know it's my fault. Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive you?" Rachel burst out laughing and reached out to touch Eric's face. He recoiled out of reflex, but when he recognized what was happening, he let her hold him.

Rachel touched one spot on her 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 out the shape of a palm.

She pressed her fingers gently on the spot. Eric felt a tingle. "Does this hurt?" asked Rachel.

Thinking that his sister must be worried about him, he quickly shook his head. "It doesn't. It doesn't hurt at all!"

Rachel's smile suddenly widened. Immediately, she pressed down on the spot harder and asked, "How about this?"

A high pitched scream echoed in the empty parking lot. "Ahhhhh!

That hurts!"

Rachel did not stop. Instead, she continued applying the soothing ointment on her brother's face. With a cold smile, she said, "Don't worry. Just continue messing with Celine, and soon, it would no longer hurt."

The pain and the cold sensation made Eric gasp. Then, intrigued by her comment, he asked curiously, "Why is that?"

"Because..." Rachel flashed him a scary smile and, pressing on his bruise again. "Jack will cut you up into pieces. Will that still hurt?"

"Ouch! Rachel! Be gentle, please!"

"Sooner or later, you're going to die. I might as well take advantage of your remaining days to train my medical skills."

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