Trapped In Lace

Jack cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't know."

He wasn't aware of what went on with proposals, given that he hadn't actually proposed himself.

Seeing his awkwardness, Henry clapped his hands together.

"I forgot. You were in an arranged marriage," he slurred bluntly.

Jack curled his lips and resisted the urge to smash his own bottle against the table, but his friend didn't even notice it.

Henry tilted his head and took another chug from his own glass. "What am I going to do?" he groaned, clutching his head.

Jack shrugged helplessly. It was at these times when he didn't know how to advise him. It was also these types of situations wherein the man should help himself.

Henry was now in an awkward position, and he just didn't know what to do.

He'd been racking his head the entire time on how to get the woman to accept his proposal. At his desperate expression, Jack had to hold back to laugh.

Henry didn't drink a lot since his father called him back.

It was just half an hour after midnight when he finally left.

The bar was incredibly busy during that time. Jack had parked his car far away from the bar, so he had to make a detour. As he passed through the lively streets, he could see his sights being blinded by neon signs.

Although it was late, the streets were bustling.

ng something else,

she chose to believe Jack's words that he met up with Henry that night.

He didn't have to lie to her. It was just that the fragrance was very overpowering.

Finally, she pushed him in disgust. "How much perfume did that lady put?"

She turned her head and sneezed.

Afraid that Rachel would misunderstand him, Jack quickly explained, "It's just an accident. I caught her when she was about to fall."

She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his fidgety state. She looked at him deliberately. "Really?"

What Rachel didn't expect was for him to start unbuttoning his shirt.

She stared at him, bewildered by his actions.

As he was about to take off his shirt, she stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

His strong chest was already exposed, and she couldn't help but marvel at his detailed collarbone. "Stop it."

"I'm proving myself," he replied.

Jack threw off his shirt to reveal his very tight muscles and his very defined eight-pack. Her jaw dropped.

'Is he trying to prove himself or to show off?' she thought incredulously.

"Look, it's clean and untouched," he said as he motioned to his chest.

Rachel bit back a laugh. "Untouched?"

"You can check it if you don't believe me." He smirked. "You can touch it if you want to. I'll fully cooperate with you."