Trapped In Lace

Jack's expression changed. Rachel realized she had probably said too much. "Thank you for your detailed answers."

He smiled awkwardly. "You're welcome." After a pause, he looked at her again and tentatively opened his mouth to speak. "You know, Wendy was weak. If you were in her place, I doubt you would've done the same thing."

Rachel scoffed. Was he serious? "What are you talking about? Me?" Rachel didn't know how to reply to what he had just said. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and gave a small smile. "I'm glad that you think so highly of me. But I'm not exactly like Wendy."

He nodded at her remark, still a little worried. Francis' cast was like a warning to him, and he wanted to prevent any further conflict with Rachel.

What he didn't understand was why Rachel didn't want to file for a divorce. He knew that she was not the type to covet wealth or fame.

On the contrary, Rachel disdained fame. However, she had no intention of divorcing.

It was unreasonable for a woman to be sensible when she was out of her mind. But Rachel wouldn't bother doing anything stupid.

However, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure she wouldn't do that, so he tried to sound her out. If she reflected a lot more about the divorce, then he'd come out with a safer option for the both of them.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted, Jack lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask you something."

then they would have to live together for a year.

The only thing that bothered her was whether her son would marry Celine after divorcing Rachel.

Thinking about this put her in a bad mood.

She was so overwhelmed that she didn't touch her food at all.

Noticing her mother-in-law's silence, Rachel asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong? You haven't eaten anything yet."

Tracy looked at her. She opened her mouth and closed, her eyes wide open. With a helpless smile, she shook her head.

The air stood still. Jack stopped and watched at his mother.

Tracy waved her hand hurriedly. "Don't worry. It's nothing serious, I just have a bad appetite tonight."

"Just eat your food. I have something to tell you two later," Jonathan told Jack and Rachel.

'What could it be?' Rachel wondered.

Jack glared at his father and saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"You three can stay here tonight. I insist that you go back tomorrow morning," Jonathan said.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and Rachel didn't have to work.

'Now that Mendes is here, where is Jack going to sleep?' she wondered.

Before she had time to think more about it, Jack interrupted, "I have something urgent to do tomorrow morning. So, I have to leave as early as I can."

Jonathan scowled upon hearing this. He put his utensils down and crossed his arms, gazing at his son. "Why are you in such a hurry? I insist that you stay here tonight."