"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
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours."
Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them.
Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman...
your wife is pregnant. You must be busy taking care of her, isn't that right?" Bobby asked.
Staring into the man's eyes across from him, Jackson realised something. 'He is better informed than what I thought. If Bobby knows this, Eric and Jonson must have known too. Perhaps even more.'
"Yeah. She is my woman, so I must care for her," Jackson replied resolutely. He thought his resolve and dedication to his wife could convince Bobby that his chaotic behaviour and schedule lately was justified. After all, he was watching over a pregnant woman.
"Of course, I can fully understand your situation. But I wish you would pay a little more attention to them," Bobby subtly suggested. Bobby wanted to watch out for Jackson here. 'Having followed Jackson for several years now, I know he cares deeply for his wife and he is willing to do anything for her. And there is obviously nothing wrong with wanting to take care of his family. But Jackson should've try to think in their shoes too. Until Andrew's death, Jackson had seldom, if ever, met with them. They are overtly dissatisfied with him. They must want to get to know their master, or let Jackson get to know themselves. If they have no chance to acquaint themselves with Jackson, they may want to desert him, ' Bobby pondered.
Jackson understood Bobby's concern behind his advice. 'He advises me for my sake, not theirs, ' he realised.
"Did anything happen to them?" Jackson asked.
"I don't know. Perhaps something to do with the token? I can't think of anything else that might trouble them of late," Bobby replied.
Jackson remained silent, lost in thought. 'I knew this day would come soon enough. I'd have to face it one day. Recently, I've gotten so much good news. But now Eric and Jonson demand to see me suddenly, and I can't imagine it'll be good with them.'
Noticing that Jackson remained silent, Bobby decided to continue,"Jackson, please make a decision now. I came here for this reason. Eric and Jonson have invited you to tea. It's your call when and where to meet."
"I will meet them at 3:00 pm at April Teahouse tomorrow. I will book the table," Jackson conceded slowly.