How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527 

“Jackson, you….” Helen stopped abruptly downstairs and saw Gilda. 

Gilda was stunned and looked at the man standing on the stairs in surprise. 

Jackson? When did you come here? 

Although Jackson looked tired, he didn’t have a hard time. Obviously, he was not a newcomer to Frencia. 

He was helpless and leaned against the armrest with a smile. “Gilly, it seems that we are destined to other. 

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“Don’t do that.” Gilda was a little angry and approached him. “When I called Peterson, were you already in Frencia?” 

Jackson didn’t deny it, “It’s business.” 

“Where’s my car?” 

“Park it at my house.” 

“If you want to go abroad, you won’t drive back.” 

Jackson stared at her bare skin with a deep look in his eyes. “I want to make the next chance to meet you.” 

Gilda trembled and her neck suddenly turned red. 

Seeing this, Helen quietly stepped back without saying anything. 

“Is your wound healed?” Gilda asked in a low voice. 

“It’s almost done.” 

“Then you look so pale.” 

Jackson suddenly stretched out his hand and held the collar of her bath towel. 

Gilda froze, “Jackson…” 

His voice was so close that he said, “The neckline is loose. I’ll tie it for you.” 

Like being flirted by a top male model, Gilda only felt her blood boiling and dared not move. 

“Okay, is it done?” 

Jackson had stopped. Her hair was dripping and hitting the back of his hand, hotter than lava. 

“Gilly…” His voice was extremely hoarse. 

Gilda was trembling. 

He whispered, “Go back and change your clothes. It’s a test of my willpower.” 

Gilda couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned around and left, closed the door, leaned against the wall and panted. 

Whose perseverance was the test? She almost lost control. 

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Chapter 527 

When Gilda recovered and changed into ordinary pajamas, Jackson was no longer at the stairs. 

The servant said. “Mr. Hughes and Mrs. Hughes are talking in the study.” 

Gilda took the porridge and said, “I’ll send it to you.” 

The door of the study was half–closed, Gilda freed one hand and was about to push it open when she suddenly heard a voice coming from inside. 

Helen had never been so angry, “Bitch, you haven’t made enough trouble these years. Now that you dare to dominate me, I will teach her a lesson!” 

Jackson was still self–respecting and said, “Good mother.” 

Helen trembled, “Does it hurt?” 

“I’m almost healed. It doesn’t hurt.” 

“Jackson, you are the eldest son. You will be responsible for everything in the future. Now you must hold the real Power, okay?”