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.

downstairs to find that

rolls, and a bowl

still gets up so early.

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

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

garage after breakfast, Jackson had been

the door and made a gesture motioning her to get

your full-time driver from now

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

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

Anthony right away. Grandpa was too kind to him,

she hung up the phone with little

was really Grandpa's

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

in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness

going to be late. If you

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

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

button and a loud song

intense rhythm and

was speechless. "It's so

the main road. Suddenly he found he was

appear at this time

trial and error, Jackson could tell there must be something

rolled down the window, and

me? I am talking

reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and turned the steering

BMW spun around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist made

the handrail, feeling

doing? Tell me if you can't drive. Would

small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air

light was, of course, the reflection of the sniper

There was a sniper!

Dolcie, stepped on the pedal, turned the steering

was thrown back, and a strong push came

Jackson in amazement and her first thought