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.

finished washing, and went downstairs

Fried egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved

gets up so early. Where does he

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

sitting cross-legged on the ground at the back of the yard,

garage after breakfast, Jackson had

Jackson pulled open the door and made a

your full-time driver from

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

"It's your grandfather's idea. Ask

right away. Grandpa was too kind to

she hung up the phone with little

was really

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

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

you can't arrive before 9 'clock, I deduct

this, Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

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

the button and

intense rhythm and sound

speechless. "It's so

same time, Jackson was driving on the main road. Suddenly he found

appear at this time at the

years of trial and error, Jackson could

the window, and

did you hear me? I am talking to

and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and

and the sudden twist made Dolcie's

clutched at the handrail, feeling

doing? Tell me if you

and a

the reflection

There was a sniper!

turned the steering wheel

back, and a strong push came over her

first thought was, this guy was