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 find that breakfast was already

and a

still gets up so early.

was an early riser, and while she was still

at the back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect that Jackson was

after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his

the door and made a gesture motioning her to get on

your

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

"It's your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony

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

hung up the phone with little

was really

good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you

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

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

this, Jackson

"Play some music."

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

twirled the button and

intense rhythm and sound filled

so noisy. Change another

driving on the main road. Suddenly he found he was blocked by a

coincidental to appear at this time at

of trial and error, Jackson

down the car, rolled down the window, and paid attention to the situation

did you hear me?

the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and

and the sudden twist made

the handrail, feeling

Tell me if you can't

small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air into the

of course, the reflection

There was a sniper!

on the pedal, turned the steering

back, and a strong push

and her first thought was, this guy was really a