Chapter 321 âThat girl...â Oneida bit her lip, a rare look of conflict flickering in her eyes, âwho is she to you, really? Just a friend? Is that all she is?â She finally voiced the doubt that had been gnawing at her from inside. Although Jackson kept telling her that Cere was just a friend. For some reason, from the very first glance, Oneida couldnât shake a strong sense of alarm. Her intuition was usually spot on. That intuition was causing her significant unease.
âIda.â Jacksonâs lips lost their smile as he seriously and sincerely gazed at the girl before him. âCece is indeed my friend, but sheâs not just any friend.â âIâve told you before, she saved me.â His eyes were like the abyss of the ocean, unfathomably deep, âTo me, she indeed means something special. But, thatâs all there is to it. Donât you want to...â Jackson cut her off with a shake of his head, a slight sense of helplessness flashing across his refined features. âTrust me, just a little?â
Oneida froze for a moment. Just now, she thought she saw a fleeting look of hurt on the usually cold and proud manâs face. Such an expression on Jacksonâs face seemed entirely impossible In that instant, the gloominess in Oneidaâs heart seemed to dissipate. She felt that right now, she was being oversensitive and melodramatic. Normally, that wasnât her. Love indeed had a way of lowering oneâs IQ, making one blind. With anâindifferent cough to mask her inner turmoil, Oneida adopted a nonchalant tone: âThen Iâll trust you for now.â Upon hearing this Jackson instinctively pulled the woman in his arms closer.
âHowever, you canât be too close to her. You have to keep a proper distance,â Oneida mumbled from within Jacksonâs embrace, her voice sounding slightly muffled. She was laying down the law with him.
Jacksonâs hand moved to Oneidaâs head, gently stroking it as his profound gaze softened, and his voice, warm and soothing. whispered in her ear-
âYour wish is my command.â That simple affirmation entered Oneidaâs ears, almost making her cheeks flush with warmth.
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The next day. Oneida woke up early. But Jackson was nowhere to be found in the Garrison Mansion. She heard he had gone out early in the morning with Victor. Oneida guessed Jackson might be on the hunt for clues about the whereabouts of Jonas. Even though Jonas and his brother had become outcasts, they still clung to some of their power. Perhaps they were lurking in the shadows, waiting for the chance to make a comeback. For Jackson, this was undoubtedly a looming threat. So, tracking them down was indeed urgent. As she pondered over these thoughts, Oneida made her way downstairs to the dining room.
Suddenly, a crisp sound erupted from the dining room! The clatter of utensils tumbled to the ground, breaking upon impact. âWhat the heck, this food is so hot, how am I supposed to eat it?!â Cece sat at the center of the dining room, her small face crumpled in displeasure, a heavy frown creasing her forehead.
The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
ï¤The Second Act 320 At that moment, the dining table was laden with an assortment of delicately prepared dishes. Colorful and abundant. But Cece seemed far from satisfied. She thought the dishes were too hot, her mood flaring up, and in her irritation, her arm jerked suddenly, knocking over what the maid was holding. âCanât even hold things steady, did you really get trained as a maid?â Seeing the mess on the floor, Cece shot a disdainful glance at the maid, her words laced with contempt and disgust. At that moment, she sat there like a haughty, capricious princess, ensconced high above the world.