After some thought, Tiffany began to think that it was impossible for her to have a secret engagement. After all, the Wests were an affluent family. Jackson’s parents were still alive as well. If Mark’s parents were around, they would never have had such a quiet marriage. The elites require dignity. She couldn’t be selfish, “Alright… I’m sorry. That never occurred to me. You can do whatever you like. I’ve got to go home after dinner, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I’m not like you, I can’t sleep whenever I want to. I’m so busy that my feet practically don’t touch the ground. Sigh…”
Jackson felt a little resentful, “We mentioned moving in together… Looks like we’re not going to be discussing it at all? Am I some kind of stepping stone to you? It’s not like you can’t go to work if you live with me. I can even drive you to work in the morning…”
Tiffany shot him a fierce glare, “This wouldn’t have been a problem if you would actually let me sleep at night, but you won’t. It’s always late at night by the time you’re done. Who could possibly put up with that? We’ll talk when my job is more stable. We’ll be officially engaged by then, and I can officially move in. We won’t attract gossip either. Alright, it’s decided.”
Jackson drove Tiffany home after dinner. He still looked very sullen when they arrived downstairs. Seeing this, Tiffany wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Then, she patted him on the cheek, acting frivolous, “I’ll take good care of you once I have the time. Don’t sulk.”
Jackson chuckled helplessly, “Alright, fine. Go home. Get a good night’s rest, since you’re tired. Call me if you need anything. I’ll always be there.”
Tiffany paused in her footsteps, turned around, and sent him a bright smile, “Jackson, meeting you has been my greatest fortune.”
Jackson raised his brow, “Is it fortune or a trap? Don’t make me wait too long. I’ll be on my way to a nightclub if you don’t come over to my place in three days. I’m a healthy male. I won’t be able to resist my burning loins on my own for too long…”
Tiffany’s romanticism was completely destroyed by Jackson’s flippant response. She placed her hands on her hips and scoffed, “See if you dare! I’ll tell your mother if you do. Try it if you don’t believe me!”
Jackson was afraid of getting thrashed, so he hastily drove off after saying, “Get an early night’s rest. I’ll be doing overtime at the office. You’re always welcome to give me a video call to check up on me!”
The corners of Tiffany’s lips were still plastered with a smile when she walked into the house. Seeing this, Lillian smiled and asked, “Did Jackson send you home? Look at that smile blooming on your face… How was work today?”
“Not bad, I’m a little tired. I’m going to rest after a shower. Have you had dinner, mom?”
Lillian draped herself indolently on the couch as she watched television, “I have. Do you really think that I’d starve to death in your absence? Your mother has learned how to cook now, but not very well. Not as good as that chef of yours, at least. You’ve really caught a gem. Ask Jackson over to the house this weekend. I want to sample his cooking.”
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