Trapped In Lace

If Jack didn't have a past with Celine, Rachel would probably fall for his handsomeness.

She subconsciously caressed his dark eyebrows and his eyes. Then her finger slowly ran down to his pointed nose and to his thin lips.

As soon as her fingertip landed on his lips, Jack opened his mouth and bit it. He was already staring at her with a smile.

Rachel blushed but she didn't dare to pull her finger. She just said angrily in a low voice, "Let go."

But he closed his eyes again. It was as if he didn't hear anything.

Rachel's index finger was still stuck in his mouth and he even bit it a little tighter.

"Jack!" He still pretended not to hear her.

The rain outside served as a background music to this romantic moment.

"If you don't let go of my finger now, I will never forgive you," Rachel warned.

He pretended to be sleeping.

"You are so childish!"

Jack's lips moved slightly and licked her finger.

Rachel

"Jack."

Thin mist slowly covered the lid of the pot as the water boiled.

The noodles were dancing in the boiling water happily as Rachel stirred them gently. She then sprinkled some minced meat when they were almost cooked.

After making sure that the noodles were ready and the taste was good, she prepared some vegetables in another pot and simmered them a little.

When everything was ready, she poured enough amount of noodles into a bowl and placed the meat and vegetables on top. She also sprinkled some green onions to garnish it.

People with keen taste for noodles would definitely not like what she prepared.

She even despised herself for preparing such a bland noodle soup. Perhaps Jack would also lose his appetite after he tasted it.

But thinking about Jack's stomachache again, she decided that the tasteless noodles would be better for him.

Being concern to him seemed to be a good excuse for her lame cooking.