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.

and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on

spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved egg

still gets up so early. Where does he

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

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

the garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his legs

and made

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

to be my

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

Grandpa was too kind to him, and let this guy be

she hung up the phone with

really

know Grandpa has always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you,

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

to be late. If you can't arrive

this, Jackson smiled and

"Play some music."

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

the button and

rhythm and sound filled the

speechless. "It's so noisy. Change

on the main road. Suddenly he found

appear at this time

of trial and error, Jackson could tell there must be

car, rolled down the window, and paid attention to

you hear me? I am talking

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

around almost 180 degrees, and

at the handrail, feeling

if you can't drive. Would

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

was, of course, the reflection

There was a sniper!

the steering wheel again,

thrown back, and a

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