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

spring rolls, and

up so early. Where

an early riser, and while she was

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

breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with

the door and made a gesture motioning her to

Dolcie, I'll be your full-time driver from now

"I don’t need you to be my driver. I

shrugged. "It's your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony if you

too kind to him, and

she hung up the phone with

was really Grandpa's

if you want others to look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What can you do

the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was no other man ever sitting

you

this, Jackson smiled and

"Play some music."

was the first time Dolcie and Jackson had been alone in such a small space. She felt a

button and a loud

intense rhythm and sound filled

"It's so noisy.

the main road. Suddenly he found he

it coincidental to appear at

error, Jackson could tell there must

the car, rolled down the window,

me? I am talking

in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator

180 degrees, and

the

you doing? Tell me if you can't drive.

a small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air

the reflection of

There was a sniper!

stepped on the pedal, turned the steering wheel again,

thrown back, and a strong push came

and her first thought was, this guy was really a