Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 960

Jackson went into the elevator first, followed by a very dawdling Tiffany. To accommodate her, he courtly reached out to the side of the elevator doors to stop them from shutting.

It was a little gesture, but it was enough to add a few more regrets into Tiffany’s mind. She was really beginning to wonder if she had been jinxed by some kind of vodou when she wanted to break up with him.

Jackson had said nothing the whole time they were inside the elevator. He stared ahead while wearing a stoic, uncaring expression as he casually tucked his hands into both pockets of his jeans. He had rolled up his sleeves to about his elbows, hence exposing a small section of his ivory-fair skin. Clasped on his left wrist was an expensive luxury watch that betrayed his social status.

If one were to describe the aura Jackson exuded, it would be that he was seventy-percent gallantry blended with thirty-percent knavishness.

During their descent, several other guests in the hotel boarded the same elevator. It did not matter if the newcomer was a man or a woman—the first thing they did immediately upon entering was to stare at Jackson for a good few seconds. Slowly, Tiffany was pushed into a pitiful corner, her view reduced to the back of his head.

When the elevator finally reached the lobby, Tiffany was the last to get off. Jackson already stood by the door, teasing her. “Can’t you go any faster? Or is this the problem with short people?”

Tiffany was wearing a pair of half-size larger shoes with about one and a half inch heels, and her legs were wrapped in slippery satin pantyhose. If she walked too quickly, her feet would slide into the shoes deeper, causing her to lose balance and fall. Worse, her heels were already chafed by the coarse surface at the back of the shoes, too.

These shoes were new, but Tiffany already felt like kicking them off her feet before slamming them into the trash.

“Okay then, chalk it up to me being short!” she grumbled under her breath. “Get ahead of me then, Mr. Lanky Legs. You’ll have to wait for me anyway in the end.”

Being a bona fide ladies’ man, Jackson was able to deduce what exactly was going on with Tiffany after a brief scan. Her shoes did not fit her. On top of that, he could catch blots of blood oozing out of her heels through her pantyhose.

His expression darkened. “Why stubbornly cling to a pair of shoes that don’t even fit you?”