There was constant movement outside the car with the crowds ebbing and flowing, but the atmosphere within was so quiet. Looking at the fiery light in Jack's deep, unblinking eyes, Rachel could feel her face burning. She pushed him aside and said, "I don't want to talk to you!"
Jack lost his balance, and his head hit the window.
"Are you okay?" Despite her anger, Rachel couldn't help but be a little worried when she heard the muffled sound.
He seized the opportunity to slide his arms around her waist and pressed her against his body. "Rachel, what do you think am I doing? Don't you know that I'm declaring my ownership?"
Looking at the smile on his face, Rachel pushed him away, primly sat up, and mumbled, "Not in this way. You don't know how weird they looked at me today."
"Why don't you give me a love bite on my neck, too? I'll go to the company tomorrow and walk around from the first floor to the twenty-eighth floor. What do you think?" Jack craned his neck and leaned forward.
An unwilling chuckle escaped from her. "I don't want to do that." No matter how angry she was, Jack never failed to make her negative feelings dissipate, leaving her in a happy mood.
Tracy received a call from Jack, who said that he would be back for dinner.
She checked the dishes one by one and clapped her hands. "Ah, how can I forget his favorite red wine?"
She told the maid to go to the cellar to get a bottle of red wine. It was not too late to open it up to let it breathe.
Even from where he was sitting on the sofa and reading newspapers, Jonathan could clearly hear his wife's chirping in the dining room. He shook his head helplessly and said, "What's with the excitement? Your son is just coming home for dinner."
"He said he will be bringing his girlfriend to meet us!" Tracy sat down on the sofa and handed a slice of orange to Jonathan. When the man shook his head, she ate the slice herself.
She sighed, "Don't you know how old our son is now? I've been asking him to find a girlfriend for ages, but he's never responded until now. He's finally willing to bring her. No matter what, I must make her our daughter-in-law."
Jonathan was speechless.
The maid took the wine bottle from the cellar and walked across the courtyard. On the way to the villa, she happened to see Jack and Rachel getting out of the car, talking and laughing. She was about to greet them when she noticed how Rachel's arm was naturally placed on Jack's.
Her eyes widened in an instant. She hurried to the living room and gasped before she could put down the wine, "Mrs. Fu...they..."
Tracy asked impatiently, "They what? Take a deep breath and tell me."
"Jack is back, with Rachel," she said. Seeing Tracy's lack of reaction, she quickly added, "It looks like they have made up, and they're on their way, hand in hand."
The air seemed to have solidified.
Tracy and Jonathan looked at each other, and husband and wife both saw a hint of worry in each other's eyes.
Before entering, Jack naturally placed his arm around her waist. As they stepped across the threshold, he called out as if he couldn't wait to say, "Dad, look who I brought with me."
"Oh, it's Rachel." Jonathan quickly hid the strange expression on his face and stood up with a smile. "You two are so bad. Why didn't you tell us that you two have made up?"
"Yes, it's a surprise," Tracy echoed.
Jack put his hand on Rachel's shoulder and said, "We've informed you as soon as we've just made up. What do you want us to do?"
Rachel asked with a smile, "How have you been these days?"
"We're good. It's good to see that you are back together," Jonathan said, wiping at the corner of his eyes. "Your mother was busy all afternoon preparing dinner when she received your call. Let's go to have dinner first."
The dinner was extremely pleasant.
However, on their way back, the frown between Rachel's brows never relaxed.
Jack glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She smiled faintly, but the more she thought about the visit, she felt more unsettled. She couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with them?"
"Not that I know of," Jack replied.
In the past, every time Tracy saw Jack, she either urged him to bring Celine back or tried to arrange blind dates for him. Thus, he never really visited home all that often.
Now, when Rachel asked, he found himself frowning and asked, "What's wrong?"
Without saying another word in reply, Rachel turned her head to look out of the window. She didn't know what to say. After dinner, she and Jack sat in the living room while waiting for Tracy to bring the plate of fruits out, but the older woman did not come out after a while.. Rachel stood up to go to the kitchen to help Tracy.
However, before she entered, she heard Jonathan speaking.
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