Trapped In Lace

Before Jack could sort out his feelings for Rachel, life brought him and her together once more.

It seemed that there was no need to avoid her anymore.

While he was away, he couldn't figure out his feelings. So when he was being given an opportunity to stay with her, he would go with the flow.

It was better to let things happen than to interfere.

After rush hour, the heavy traffic in the city grew lighter, and they were able to return without much trouble.

They got home in less than fifteen minutes. When Jack got out of the car, he felt slightly embarrassed.

Not long ago, he had promised himself that he wouldn't come here unless he sorted out his feelings. At this moment, he was shooting himself in the foot.

Mendes had grown grumpy when he learned that he couldn't play with Jonathan. He frowned until Rachel explained things to him.

The biggest change that they had seen in this kid was that he had become more sensible.

Rachel wondered if this change was brought upon by growing up without his parents' company.

If that had been the case, she felt sorry for the boy. In a place where a child did not feel a sense of security, he had to have carefully observed others and played smart at his young age to have turned out the way that he had.

She felt a mixture of anger and pity. His parents should have been more responsible.

She liked the kid and was willing to take care of him, not only out of adoration but also out

who could repair an actual racing car. Yet, here he was now, fixing a toy.

After fiddling with it, he put the toy car back on the floor and flicked the switch. The little car slowly but steadily moved forward.

Mendes cheered and ran to catch his car.

The warm light in the living room softened the atmosphere. Rachel sat cross-legged on the floor, her soft hair falling loosely on her shoulders and a faint smile on her lips. She bent down slightly and whispered something to Mendes, and her black hair parted to expose her white neck.

The jade-like skin of her neck, which had beckoned Jack a thousand times in his dreams, now appeared right in front of him. He blinked rapidly and then looked away, embarrassed.

What a sweet scene it was! He studied her graceful profile out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he found himself thinking about how she would look like as a mother.

She let her guard down, tore down her walls, and smiled gently.

She had never shown this kind of tenderness to him before. With this thought in mind, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the boy.

She took the child home, played with him, and even bathed him.

After Rachel took the boy to the bathroom, Jack went back to work. He thought the boy wouldn't bug him anymore. But again, someone knocked on the door.

Jack had no choice but to suppress his anger yet again. He had been interrupted so many times, and he was beginning to lose his temper.