"I thought you already knew that," Jackson quipped, a sly smile spreading his face. He strolled to the bed and gently set Cherry down on it.
Cherry reluctantly released her hold on his neck once she was laying on the bed. Watching Jackson tenderly tuck her in with the quilt overwhelmed her with happiness. 'This is the life I yearn for, ' she thought to herself, 'a life without worry.' She yearned for a life where she didn't worry about food or clothing. A life where she would be well looked after by her beloved husband, day and night.
Affectionately looking at his wife, Jackson lightly sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked her forehead and fondled her fringe. "Get some sleep, honey. I'll stay with you. Once you're asleep, I'll head off, and don't worry: I'll pick up Joe soon enough," he reassured her tenderly. "Grab something to eat when you wake up. I'll ask Lily to cook dinner. If anything should happen, just call Lily or me, okay?"
"Of course, darling. Don't worry about me. Just get back to your work," Cherry urged. 'Jackson must have many matters to deal with, ' she thought sleepily to herself. 'He met so many important people at that wedding who could help him professionally. It's only natural for him to contact them quickly. Besides, I'm home, safe and sound, and nothing will happen to me. He doesn't need to worry about me.'
"I will leave once you're asleep," Jackson insisted, fixing his bright eyes on her delicate features. It gave him great pleasure to keep her company like this and he took every chance he could to observe her face intently.
Sighing in surrender, Cherry smiled softly at him. "Alright, I will go to sleep," she replied.
Jackson made a contented noise as he watched her prepare for sleep.
Eyelids fluttering, it wasn't long before Cherry's eyes had fallen closed and she was sleeping.
Jackson noticed she was sound asleep almost immediately, but he hesitated for a long while. Finally, he reluctantly left her side.
Satisfied that his beloved was safe, Jackson recklessly and quickly drove to his bar. He quickly found his bar crowded with people. Afternoon shift meant there were few waitresses about and light music peppered the ears of his patrons. He was quickly put at ease, thinking, 'It looks like nothing of note happened during my time off.'
As she was pouring a glass of wine for a patron, Susan caught sight of Jackson near the entryway. She put the wine aside, overpowered by desire, and made her way to him hastily.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson," Susan gushed, her joy at seeing him overly apparent on her expression. She was inwardly thrilled at seeing Jackson return. In fact, she had just been wondering when he would return yesterday, and now here he was.
"You have the day shift today," he asked indifferently. His voice was even colder than usual. Susan felt it more like a superior greeting his subordinate.
Her smile increasing, Susan batted her eyelashes at him sweetly. "Yeah. I worked the night before last and yesterday I was switched to day duty for today," she replied. She couldn't help but move closer to Jackson.
Jackson stepped to one side, having noticed her uncomfortably inching closer. "Even without all that many patrons, you know how to do your job, don't you?" he asked apathetically.
Yet before she could formulate a response, Jackson had walked away, leaving her to stand there alone. He understood her intentions towards him and felt it best to separate himself from the situation first.
Nostrils flaring, Susan watched him leave. Her face darkened and she glared, her heart filling with scorn and fury. It was well known that Jackson was an apathetic man. But after witnessing how affectionately and gently he treated his wife, she believed that he wasn't as indifferent as she had heard. But to her dismay, he showed no interest in herself. To win his affection, she had actively tried all means to get close to him and please him. All she wanted was for him to pay attention to her. It would satisfy her more than he could know if he would just treat her affectionately.
Having left the public area, Jackson sat in the armchair in his office. He allowed himself a second of relaxation before calling Bobby on his cellphone.
As usual, Bobby picked up quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson," Bobby greeted respectfully.
"What were you calling about this morning?" Jackson asked, not wasting a moment. Bobby had called him that morning, however due to the wedding, Jackson had been busy. When he informed Bobby of such, Bobby had hung up immediately. It wasn't far-fetched to assume that Bobby had something important to tell him. Considering that it might be concerning Eric and Jonson, Jackson wanted to call Bobby back at his earliest convenience.
"I have something to tell you. Is it convenient for you to speak?" Bobby asked.
Checking the time on his wristwatch, Jackson considered his schedule. "Can you come to the bar in half an hour? I'll be waiting here," Jackson requested.
Without hesitation, Bobby replied,"No problem. I'll leave right now."
"Meet me in my office," Jackson added before ending the call.
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