Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 593

Jackson froze. He lowered his eyes as his emotions returned to whence they came. “I’ll call my mom and apologize to her too… right in front of you. Fine?”

Tiffany suddenly found Jackson inscrutable. Worried that he was only trying to make her happy by making things even harder for himself, she demurred, “Look, I didn’t say I want that. But… I guess… I guess I agree that you should give your mom a call.”

Without another word, Jackson dialed Summer’s number and connected his phone to the car speaker through Bluetooth connection. When the call was through, it was loud enough for Tiffany to hear every word Summer enunciated.

“Jackson? Is that you?”

“I’m sorry for losing my cool just now, Mom. I won’t do it again.”

“Oh. Well, it’s alright. I understand. You were acting out against your father’s display of passion, weren’t you? But surely you’re aware that art is… well, art is your father’s lifelong devotion; he can’t help but act the way he did… Listen, I’m not asking you to treat him like he’s the best dad in the world or anything. All I want is that, for your mother’s sake, you try your best to be cordial with him. Please, sweetie, can you do that?”

“You must have realized that acting out like that just now threw Tiffany into a really awkward situation, right? You’re not a kid anymore, Jackson. This isn’t even the first time you’ve been in a relationship. So please, think about how others feel for a change, ok? It isn’t wrong to be more mindful of your loved ones’ feelings… Alright, I think I’ve talked enough. The two of you should get to rest early. Don’t worry about me, Jackson. I’m okay.”

Jackson drew in a shaky breath. The usual suaveness in his eyes had vanished, with resignation and surliness filling up the vacuum. “Yes, Mom. I get it.”

The call ended, leaving silence to permeate freely within the car. Neither of them tried to break it.

It became clear to Tiffany right now — Jackson might have chased after her and mollified her with an apology, but that did not mean he genuinely felt it. All he did was shove his emotions to the deepest recesses of his mind. Honestly, the one who brought up the topic that set him off was Tiffany herself, and now she was apprehensive that she might detonate his other bombs as well.

In the end, it was Jackson who broke the ice. “Please come to my place instead of going home. I… I don’t want to spend tonight by myself. Please?”

Tiffany found rejecting him a painful option, so her resolve wavered. “Um, how about… Ah, but I still think I shouldn’t come to your place tonight…? We're both in a bad mood right now, and we need some personal space to chill. Few things in life can’t be fixed by sleep, I always say.”

That was when Jackson suddenly hardened his stance and declared, “No, I don’t need to chill, and sleep isn’t gonna help me. That’s it, you’re coming with me!”

He slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and the car whirred to life.

Tiffany grouched, “You are the worst, Jackson West! You never give a damn about what I think—!”

She did not sound mad; in fact, she sounded borderline coquettish.

Jackson ignored her grumble.

The door to White Water Bay Villa was swung open. With a surprised yelp, Tiffany was shoved onto the couch in the living room before the lights were even on. In the dark, a frenzied Jackson began. He was long past the need for foreplay.

Tiffany felt as though she had figured out another part of him — he seemed to get on by intense emotional turmoils. In contrast to their usual, more-romantic sessions, these moments were exclusively meant to liberate whatever had built up within him.

She sat up and drew a long stretch, breathing in the fresh, humid aftermath of the rain. It poured last night, leaving the air cool for the morning.

Tiffany had a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Her eyes trained on her phone — and found out that it was already eleven in the morning.

Jackson had not tried to wake her up! And since she did not ask for leave from her superior, it effectively meant that she was skipping work, which was a punishable folly!

Tiffany swiftly swung off the bed, determined to pack up as quickly as she could before making a mad dash to the company. However, right when her feet came into contact with the surface, her legs turned into jelly and she plopped onto the floor.

The first thought that sprung into her mind was that she was officially crippled. After that, all she could think about was how much of a goddamned animal Jackson was — he did not try to control himself at all last night, did he? Any fiercer and Tiffany could kiss ten years from her life expectancy good-bye!

The doorbell rang. Tiffany gritted through her body’s discomfort and rose to answer the door.

She froze when it turned out to be Summer. “Good morning, Tiffie. Jackson told me you’re at home, so I thought I should come over and check on you. You haven't had your breakfast, have you? I brought you some snacks and fruits to fill up that empty tummy for the moment.”

Allowing herself in, Summer placed the food in her bag onto a coffee table nearby while Tiffany sheepishly scratched a lock from her matted hair.

“Um, er… I gotta’ head to work, Auntie,” she admitted. “I guess I’ll bring the food on the go.”