King's Back novel Chapter 19

When Jackson returned home, he found that Dolcie was already back.

Dolcie jumped to her feet when Jackson walked in the door. She thought he would never come back.

But then she realized that she had lost her composure and quickly calmed herself down and walked to Jackson.

"Jackson, if you feel wronged, you can tell me."

Jackson wondered, "Why should I feel wronged?"

Dolcie frowned, and he was still pretending to be fine. Grandpa obviously went to told him everything, but he still pretended to be calm.

"The affair with Serena... Everyone has wronged you. Don't you feel wronged at all?"

Jackson grinned nonchalantly. "I don't care about petty things."

Dolcie was still feeling a little guilty about him. Seeing Jackson's nonchalant attitude, her guilt disappeared immediately.

“You don't care, but I do!”

"I owe you a slap. You can take it back any time you want." Dolcie held high her graceful neck with an air of righteousness.

Jackson paused slightly. "You are going to give it back to me?"

"I don't want to owe you anything. You can beat me now. After you slap me, get back too kitchen and cook for me.”

Jackson was speechless. "I'm not going to hit you. If you're hungry, I'm going to make you chicken soup."

"Chicken soup?"

"Jackson, won't you do something else?"

Dolcie now got sick when she heard chicken soup.

"I can do something else, but you have to have chicken soup."

Dolcie pouted with disgust.

Jackson laughed as he watched Dolcie's angry face.

Dolcie didn’t known that she had been targeted, and Jackson wouldn't tell her.

He would rather let Dolcie be a woman of peace, and let him fend off the dangers.

Early the next morning, Dolcie finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on the table.

A Fried egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved egg porridge.

"He still gets up so early. Where does he go?"

Dolcie knew Jackson was an early riser, and while she was still asleep, Jackson had prepared the breakfast and went out.

Once she saw Jackson sitting cross-legged on the ground at the back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect that Jackson was a psycho.

When she arrived at the garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his legs up.

Seeing Dolcie approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made a gesture motioning her to get on the car.

"Miss Dolcie, I'll be your full-time driver from now on."

Dolcie raised her eyebrow. "I don’t need you to be my driver. I will ride my bike."

Jackson shrugged. "It's your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony if you don't believe me."

Dolcie called Anthony right away. Grandpa was too kind to him, and let this guy be her driver.

After a while, she hung up the phone with little enthusiasm.

It was really Grandpa's idea.

"Jackson, I know Grandpa has always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What can you do to be a driver?”

After that, Dolcie sat in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was no other man ever sitting in her car.

"Hurry up, it is going to be late. If you can't arrive before 9 'clock, I deduct your salary."

Hearing this, Jackson smiled and started.

"Play some music."

It was the first time Dolcie and Jackson had been alone in such a small space. She felt a little uncomfortable.

Jackson twirled the button and a loud song sounded.