Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 569

She headed back to the room and shook Jackson up from his nap, “Hurry, get up and get dressed. Your dad’s back!”

Jackson jolted up, “What?”

She nodded vigorously, “I’m not lying. It’s true. He’s downstairs. Hurry up and come downstairs with me. I’m too nervous to do this on my own…”

Jackson frowned. He leisurely made his way to the bathroom and took a shower, put on some clothes, and went downstairs. His expression turned to ice when he laid his eyes on his father. He did not greet him but pulled Tiffany to a seat on the couch next to him.

“You’ve grown, Jackson.”

Jackson lifted his gaze and stared at the man in front of him. “People grow. Am I supposed to remain a child in your memories?”

His father lowered his eyelids, the depths of his gaze filled with guilt, “It’s all my fault.”

Lillian felt curious, but it was still a family affair so she kept her mouth shut. The breadth of Summer’s patience was shocking. She might seem upset on the surface, but she did not fly into a rage. The family was considerably civil during the meal, except for Jackson, who had a grim look on his face and didn’t say very much.

After the meal, Summer finally lost it and screamed at her husband when they returned to the room, “Not a single letter in all of these years, I thought you were dead… Instead of a divorce, you’d gone completely missing! Did you plan on stringing me along for the rest of my life? Let me tell you this — if you’d divorced me long ago, Jackson would have had another father by now!”

Summer reached up and wiped off a tear from the corner of her eyes. Her gaze had long returned to calm, “If only you had said these things to me long ago, I wouldn’t have given up on you. It’s true that our marriage was arranged, but it was undeniable that you were handsome, so I fell for you and willingly bore your child. I waited for you, willingly. Many, many days passed… And I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave up on you. Now, you’re suddenly asking to come back, not just for the sake of Jackson’s wedding. I’m confused. Let’s just play by ear. This is your home anyway, I can’t possibly throw you out.”

Despite being a middle-aged man, there was still a shadow of Atticus’ youth on him. Like father, like son. Jackson had god-given outstanding good looks, which meant that his father would obviously have good looks as well. At his age, he now held the kind of maturity that suited his years. He was still perfectly capable of attracting Summer. She was once in love with him. Of course, it would be difficult for Summer to be cruel to him.

Aside from resentment and obliviousness, Jackson held no special feelings for his father. He certainly wasn’t going to call him “dad”. He refused to even speak to him. After dinner, he sent Lillian and Tiffany away from the West family residence. He hadn’t cracked a smile from the moment of Atticus’ arrival.

When they arrived back at White Water Bay Villa, Tiffany carefully consoled him, “I can tell that you and your father don’t have a good relationship, but at least he’s still alive and well. My dad… I can never see him again, no matter how much I want to. It’s good that he’s here. You should be happy. You’re always smiling and laughing with me, but you’ve suddenly turned sullen. It scares me…”