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.

next morning, Dolcie finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast

rolls, and a bowl

so early. Where does

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

sitting cross-legged on the ground at the back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect

at the garage after breakfast, Jackson had

Dolcie approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made

your full-time driver

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

shrugged. "It's your grandfather's idea. Ask

was too kind to him, and let this guy be

up the phone with

really

I know Grandpa has always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What

rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person.

up, it is going to be late. If you can't

this, Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

been alone in

and a loud song

rhythm and

speechless. "It's so noisy.

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

coincidental to appear at this time at the

error, Jackson could tell there must

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

you hear me? I

Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and turned the steering

almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist made Dolcie's

the

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

small pop, and a bullet ripped through

was, of course, the reflection of

There was a sniper!

pedal, turned the steering wheel

and a strong push came over

and her first thought