Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 740

Sasha’s hands stiffened for a second, shame halting her. Nevertheless, she answered candidly, “Yes, Sir.”

Jackson batted her hand away from him. “Take a shower and then lie down on the bed.”

A shade of pink rose to Sasha’s nodding face. Obediently, she went for a quick shower before exiting with only a towel around her. She checked Jackson for any response while lying down on the bed as he had instructed her.

Jackson watched her movement with a poker face and tidied his tie. “Put on some clothes, please. I’m not doing anything tonight. Just want you sleeping next to me.”

Sasha was taken aback. “W-wha—?”

Jackson, however, did not repeat himself. What he desired was not sex but sleep — since Tiffany left him, he had not enjoyed the respite of the night.

Eric returned home to find Tanya, not in her room sleeping, but waiting in the living room with a tummy-warming soup she had made for him. Knowing Eric could not resist drinking if he went out, she had prepared the soup for his possible stomachache.

Amidst the ensuing tête-à-tête, Eric sighed. “I think Jackson’s let it go already. He’s brought a girl to bang for the night!”

Shock dawned on Tanya’s face. “You serious?!”

Eric, realizing a little too late that Tiffany now worked under him, quickly hushed, “Psst, not a word with Tiffany about this, you hear? I’m just saying.”

Tiffany found her working mood deflated beyond expectations; she felt as though a lump was pressing against her chest. Seeing her like this reminded Tanya of what Eric said last night, so in a surge of pity, she comforted her. “It gets better, Tiffany. I might not have any experience in relationships, but I know time stitches all wounds. My heart broke in grief when Grandpa died, you know, but now, I feel a lot better. When I think about it now, I don’t feel that much pain anymore.”

Tiffany’s lips quivered into a mirthless smile. “Here’s the thing, I don’t even wanna think about him, but somehow, someone will always tell me about… his bloody everything! And that’s what stabs the heart the most. Why can’t people understand that it’s over for both of us? We’re now on our separate ways; we don’t talk anymore, we just… Can’t we just be two parallel lines, never intersecting with one another? Why even bring him up? Why would I care if he got himself a new woman? I don’t give a sh*t, do I? I don’t give a sh*t. He was like that before he met me anyway.”

Back inside the office, Jackson stared at Sasha with daggers in his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I… Um, I saw that you rushed to work, and um,” Sasha replied gingerly, “I thought you might have skipped your breakfast, so I brought some for you. It’s fine, I know; I will leave now…”