Chapter 18 The Departure

Alva returned back to the apartment. She was surprised to see Jackson.

Upon seeing the door open, Jackson approached her. “You’re back.”

Alva noticed the apron he was wearing. “What’s this for?”

“Oh, you haven’t tasted the food I cooked yet. You can try it later and see how it tastes,” he replied.

Alva looked towards the kitchen, catching a whiff of the delicious aroma. Her gaze lowered, and she spoke, “Okay.”

Half an hour later, the meal was served, and the colours and presentation were excellent.

The taste couldn’t possibly be bad.

Jackson placed a piece of sweet and sour spareribs into her bowl. “The weather is humid, have some sour and sweet dishes to stimulate your appetite.”

Alva picked it up and took a bite.

Jackson nervously looked at her, “How is it?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

Alva replied earnestly, “Really.”

“Great! have some more then.”

Jackson kept serving Alva more dishes, and she finished them all. Jackson was very happy.

dinner, Alva proceeded to clean up the table, but Jackson stopped her. “You can’t touch cold water, I’ll

hot water instead.”

Although I’m a man, I believe I can handle these easy

sat on the sofa and watched his busy figure

met such a good person, even could

feel the same

unconditionally treat someone well, especially someone as outstanding

Jackson likes her.

didn’t believe it, but she had to accept this fact.

sat next to her. “How are you feeling? Are you used to living

getting used to it,”

him, she said, “Jackson, I’m

smile appeared on Jackson’s face, then

haven’t fully recovered yet. Where are you

“Home.”

suddenly remembered that she still had

head and said, “Where do you stay?

myself. Give me your bank account number, and I’ll repay you once I

that Alva was starting to distance herself from him. He crossed his hands and clenched them tightly before finally asking, “Do

“Yes.”

you

3 o’clock

while Jackson stood at the airport, gazing ahead, his hands

Two years later.

floor, Fashion Design Department.

with a pencil and held another pencil in her hand, drawing on

and concentration, her hair falling in front of

in front

itches, and

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