King's Back

When Jackson returned home, he found that Dolcie was already back.

Dolcie jumped to her feet when Jackson walked in the door. She thought he would never come back.

But then she realized that she had lost her composure and quickly calmed herself down and walked to Jackson.

"Jackson, if you feel wronged, you can tell me."

Jackson wondered, "Why should I feel wronged?"

Dolcie frowned, and he was still pretending to be fine. Grandpa obviously went to told him everything, but he still pretended to be calm.

"The affair with Serena... Everyone has wronged you. Don't you feel wronged at all?"

Jackson grinned nonchalantly. "I don't care about petty things."

Dolcie was still feeling a little guilty about him. Seeing Jackson's nonchalant attitude, her guilt disappeared immediately.

“You don't care, but I do!”

"I owe you a slap. You can take it back any time you want." Dolcie held high her graceful neck with an air of righteousness.

Jackson paused slightly. "You are going to give it back to me?"

"I don't want to owe you anything. You can beat me now. After you slap me, get back too kitchen and cook for me.”

Jackson was speechless. "I'm not going to hit you. If you're hungry, I'm going to make you chicken soup."

"Chicken soup?"

"Jackson, won't you do something else?"

Dolcie now got sick when she heard chicken soup.

"I can do something else, but you have to have chicken soup."

Dolcie pouted with disgust.

Jackson laughed as he watched Dolcie's angry face.

Dolcie didn’t known that she had been targeted, and Jackson wouldn't tell her.

He would rather let Dolcie be a woman of peace, and let him fend off the dangers.

Dolcie finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on the

rolls, and a bowl of preserved

so early. Where

was an early riser, and while she was

of the

garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting

Jackson pulled open the door and made a gesture motioning her

your

"I don’t need you to be my

grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony if you don't believe

kind to

while, she hung up the phone

really

look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What can you do to be a

sat in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was no other man ever sitting in

is going to be late. If you can't arrive before 9

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

alone in such a small space. She

the button and a loud

rhythm and

was speechless. "It's so noisy. Change another

the same time, Jackson was driving on the main road. Suddenly he found he was blocked by a hit-and-run

it coincidental to appear at this

trial and error, Jackson could tell there must

the car, rolled down the window, and paid attention to the situation

you hear me?

flash of light in the reflector and Jackson stepped on

around almost 180 degrees, and the

clutched at the handrail, feeling

you doing? Tell me if you can't drive. Would someone drive like

was a small pop, and a

was, of course, the

There was a sniper!

on the pedal, turned the steering wheel again, and the car

a strong

her first thought was, this guy was