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 breakfast was already

Fried egg, some spring rolls, and

gets up so early. Where does

Jackson was an early riser, and while she was

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

after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for

Dolcie approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made a gesture

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

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

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

called Anthony right away. Grandpa was too kind to him, and let this guy be her

up the phone with

really Grandpa's

always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What can you do to be a

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

it is going to be late. If you can't

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

been alone in such a small

the button and a loud

rhythm and sound

so

same time, Jackson was driving on the main road. Suddenly

it coincidental to appear at this time at the

error, Jackson could tell there

he slowed down the car, rolled down the window, and

me? I am

in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator

around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist

the handrail,

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

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

was, of course, the reflection of

There was a sniper!

the pedal, turned the steering wheel again, and the car

was thrown back, and a

amazement and her first thought was, this guy