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

some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved

so early.

riser, and while she was still asleep, Jackson had

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

breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with

door and made a gesture motioning her to

I'll be your full-time driver from

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

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

was too kind to him, and let this guy

up the

was really Grandpa's

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

rear of the car. She was a cleanliness

you

this, Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

Jackson had been alone in such a small space. She felt

button and a

intense rhythm and

speechless. "It's so

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

it coincidental to appear at

of trial and error, Jackson could tell there

down the window, and paid attention

you hear me? I

a flash of light in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and turned the

degrees, and the sudden twist made Dolcie's

at the handrail,

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

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

was, of course, the reflection

There was a sniper!

the steering wheel again, and the

was thrown back, and a strong push came

and her first thought was, this guy was really a