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.

the next morning, Dolcie finished washing, and went downstairs to

and

so early. Where

an early riser, and while she was still asleep,

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

breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with

approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made

be your full-time driver from now

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

your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony

was too kind to him, and

up the phone

really Grandpa's

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

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

you

this, Jackson

"Play some music."

alone in such a small space. She felt a

and a loud

rhythm and sound filled

"It's so

was driving on the main road.

at this time at

of trial and error, Jackson

the car, rolled down the window, and

hear me? I am talking

Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and turned

degrees, and the sudden twist made Dolcie's

at the handrail,

me if you can't drive. Would someone

pop, and a bullet ripped through the air

of course, the reflection of the

There was a sniper!

the

a strong push came over

amazement and her first thought was, this guy was