In the Royal Suite, Fiona was fast asleep, enveloped by the familiar scents and warmth she knew so well. That night, she slept more soundly than she had in years. Jackson sat quietly at the edge of the bed, his eyes soft with tenderness as he held her hand, a gentle smile never leaving his face. He wished time could freeze right then and there so he could be with Fiona forever. With a tender smile, he reached out to caress Fiona's face, his touch filled with longing.
The next morning, Fiona slowly opened her eyes, suddenly sitting up with a start. She couldn't remember a thing from the previous night. Diving under the covers, she realized her clothes had been swapped for clean ones—she was wearing Jackson's shirt!
Oh, no!
Her voice rang through the room. Jackson rushed in when he heard her, and their eyes met, leaving them momentarily at a loss for words.
After a pause, Fiona was the first to speak, "Last night, I...I..."
She was too embarrassed to continue, glancing from Jackson to herself and pointing at the shirt she wore. "This..."
"I changed you," Jackson said simply.
Fiona blushed deeply, embarrassment flooding over her. "You were sick last night, not just on yourself but all over me too."
Fiona: "What?!"
She got drunk and threw up on Jackson?
"Out of necessity, I changed your clothes. I'll take responsibility."
Responsibility? Who needed that kind of reassurance? Fiona was almost steaming with irritation.
"No need, it was an accident," Fiona muttered, adjusting her clothes. Later, they sat across from each other in the dining room, silently eating breakfast until noon when Fiona finally left the Royal Suite.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if your dad could pass along a message."
Fiona's crafty expression sent shivers down Jasmine's spine. "Tell him the Larkin family should think twice before getting mixed up with the main branch of the Woods family, unless they're ready for total ruin."
"Couldn't I just tell Zoe directly? Why involve my dad?"
Fiona smiled knowingly. The message would only carry weight if delivered through Jasmine's father; otherwise, no matter what she and Jasmine said, it would fall on deaf ears with Zoe. After all, Zoe was the kind who'd stop at nothing to get what she wanted.
"Even though I don't know what you're up to, I can't help but have your back," Jasmine said, making a call. Within half an hour, the entrance to the Lakeside Villa was blocked. Jasmine's father had swiftly taken action.
The main branch of the Woods family—a name not just anyone in the Capital could mess with—was now making its presence known in the city.
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