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.

finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on

and a bowl of preserved egg

up so early. Where does

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

back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect

the garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his

pulled open the door and made a gesture motioning her to

be your

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

Ask Anthony if you don't

was too kind to him, and let

she hung up the phone with

was really Grandpa's

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

Dolcie sat in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was

late. If you can't arrive before 9 'clock,

Jackson smiled

"Play some music."

alone in such a small space. She felt a

and a loud song

and

so noisy. Change another

was driving on the main road.

to appear at this time at

Jackson

car, rolled down the window, and paid attention to

you hear me? I

flash of light in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the

BMW spun around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist made Dolcie's head

clutched at the handrail,

Tell me if

there was a small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air

of course, the reflection of the sniper

There was a sniper!

stepped on the pedal, turned the steering

and a strong

at Jackson in amazement and her first thought was, this guy was really a