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.

went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on the

egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved

so early.

knew Jackson was an early riser, and while she was still asleep, Jackson had prepared the breakfast and went

saw Jackson sitting cross-legged on the ground at the back of the yard, muttering something,

Jackson had been waiting for her

Dolcie approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made a

I'll be your full-time driver from

raised her eyebrow. "I don’t need you to be my driver. I will

grandfather's idea. Ask

Grandpa was too kind to him, and

a while, she hung up the phone

really

always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you have

that, Dolcie sat in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was no other

is going to be late. If you

this, Jackson

"Play some music."

time Dolcie and Jackson had been alone in such a small space. She felt a little

the button and

rhythm and

speechless. "It's so noisy. Change

driving on the main road. Suddenly he found he

coincidental to appear at

Jackson could tell there must be something

the car, rolled down the window, and paid

you hear me? I

reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator

and the sudden twist made Dolcie's head

clutched at the handrail, feeling

you doing? Tell me if

she spoke, there was a small pop, and a bullet ripped through the

light was, of course, the reflection of the

There was a sniper!

ignored Dolcie, stepped on the pedal, turned the steering wheel

back, and a

and her first thought was, this guy