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

rolls, and

up so

and while she was still asleep, Jackson had prepared the breakfast and went

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

the garage after breakfast, Jackson

made a

your full-time

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

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

Anthony right away. Grandpa was too kind

up the phone

was really Grandpa's

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

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

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

Jackson

"Play some music."

Dolcie and Jackson had been alone in such

twirled the button and

intense rhythm and sound

was speechless. "It's so noisy.

main road. Suddenly he found he was blocked by

coincidental to appear at this

and error, Jackson could

down the car, rolled down the window,

did you hear me? I am talking to

Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard

spun around almost 180 degrees, and the

clutched at the handrail, feeling

what are you doing? Tell me if you

was a small pop, and a bullet ripped through

light was, of course, the

There was a sniper!

pedal, turned the steering wheel again, and

back, and a strong push came over her

amazement and her first thought was, this