Chapter 556
How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )
556 Gilda a step back in disbelief. She covered her mouth and said, âJackson? When did you come back?
Jackson unlocked the car and motioned for her to get in.
âWe arrived at three oâclock. I didnât want to disturb you.
Gilda looked at the time. It was eight oâclock now, and he had been waiting here five hours except for the long flight!
She got in the car and touched his side face, âWhatâs wrong? Why did you come back suddenly?â
Jackson grabbed her hand and stared at her for a moment. âGive back the carâ
Gilda slapped him. âDonât lie to me, what happened?â
Jackson curled his lips and said. âThere is something urgent in the fl group. Iâll come back to deal with it.â
Gilda was suspicious, but he had started the . âGo home?â
She answered softly.
In the morning rush hour, there were many cars on the road. Jackson drove steadily half of his face was bathed in the sunshine. He didnât know what kind of mood he had.
Of course, it was Gildaâs place. Jackson drove the car into the parking lot and said, âThey are back.â
Gilda was unhappy. She quickly entered the house and stood still, asking him seriously: âI have been sending people to keep an eye on il since you left. I didnât hear that there is anything important that needs the director to come back and deal with in person. What is going on?â
Her eyes were full of worry.
Jackson smiled and fixed the hair on her forehead. âHow dare you keep eye on me?â
Gilda didnât anything.
âIf itâs true, how can your people know?â Jackson held her hand, touched the fingerprint lock on the door, and opened it.
âDonât worry, I can handle it.â
Gilda his and said, âIâm worried about your . You are not of iron.â
Jackson looked at their hands and smiled.
blushed immediately and let go of him quickly. The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared.
you want to eat for breakfast?â
âWhat do you âMrs. Harrington can do it.â
âIâm you â
I want to eat preserved egg and pork porridge to nourish my stomach.â
fact coffee and bread for breakfast. But thinking that Jackson was traveling thousands of miles, she must have not eaten anything.
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Chapter 556 understood. He rolled up sleeves and went into the kitchen. After a while, Mrs. Harrington came out in panic. âMs. Lynch, thisâ¦
said happily, âIt doesnât matter. Mrs. Harrington, you can go to rest now. You are not needed here for the time being.â
Jackson came back suddenly, and she was undoubtedly happy to be relieved of the pressure.
Jackson, if you get married, you must be a good husband.â
She leaned against the door, peeling an orange in her hand.
Jackson was washing rice. Hearing this, he glanced at her and asked, âWhy do you say that â
âNowadays, men who are good at doing business canât cook, and men who are good at cooking canât do business.
Jackson, you are good at everything. What is a bad husband?â
She stuffed an orange into her mouth, and the juice splashed gently. It was sweet and delicious.
Jackson withdrew his sight and asked, âWhat about