Ice and Fire novel Chapter 557

Having walked out of the bar, Bobby paused briefly. He squinted at the gate entrance to the bar, thinking momentarily before heading straight to his car. 'Can Jackson really live a simple and peaceful life as he wishes?' he thought. Only time would tell.

Climbing into his car, he started the engine and took off.

Bobby made a phone call as he drove.

"How is it going? What did Jackson say?" Eric asked, his anxious voice reaching Bobby's ear clearly.

"3 p.m. tomorrow afternoon at the April Teahouse. Mr. Jackson has ordered the private room," Bobby replied efficiently.

Bobby winced as he heard Eric's weird laughter cause a touch of static in the receiver. "Well done! It seems that brat hasn't forgotten Jonson and me. I thought he might only care for his wife and son now," Eric quipped proudly.

"I see, Mr. Eric. I'll inform Mr. Jonson, too," said Bobby curtly. Actually, he didn't want to get between Jackson and them, actually. He saw Jackson's face as they spoke and he didn't seem willing to meet Eric and Jonson, only acquiescing to do so because he had no other choice.

"No need. I will inform him myself," Eric replied delightedly.

"Okay," Bobby responded.

Back at the bar, Jackson had been working on keeping his expression and his inner turmoil of feelings calm. Now he was going to pick up his son and go home to be with his wife.

Returning to the wedding hotel, the only person in sight was Jacob, so Jackson approached him.

In the hall, the cheerful wedding atmosphere had already dissipated and the hall had been rearranged back to the way it was before the wedding.

"Jacob," Jackson greeted him with a nod.

Jackson's voice alerting him to the other man's presence, Jacob wore a companion smile and patted Jackson's shoulder. "Are you here to pick up Joe?" Jacob asked. "He's upstairs with his grandmother. Let's go see them together!"

"Okay," Jackson agreed.

Walking together towards the stairs, they chatted in a friendly way.

"Jackson, I know you're home a lot with Cherry these days, but how is that bar of yours going? A bar is a complex type of business to run, and I know the entertainment industry is chaotic and not easy to manage. You must have lots to do, right?" Jacob asked, a touch of worry wobbling his voice. Though he hadn't heard any bad news about the younger man's bar, he still worried. After all, Jacob knew that what Jackson run was not a simple company.