Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Getting Jealous “Jackson?”

“Are you off work yet?”

“Not yet.”

“I knew it.” Jackson said.

“You change when you get to work.”

I’ve become less trustworthy.

Alva knew he was worried about her health and said, “I won’t stay up all night, don’t worry.”

“Not sure.”

He could never trust her.

Alva smiled as she listened. “Is your head better?”

“Okay, it’s all right.”

“Really?”

“I won’t lie to you.”

“That’s good.”

As soon as he’s well.

She was relieved.

“What time do you get off work?” Jackson said.

Alva looked at the time and said, “It’s about seven o’clock, but I’m not sure.”

“Then call me when you get off work.”

He’s keeping a close eye on her.

Alva smiled helplessly, “OK, I’ll call you as soon as I get off work.”

“HMM.”

Jackson hung up the phone, looked across at the closed elevator, and then looked at the time.

It’s almost 7:00. That’s almost an hour away.

He waited.

Alva went back to the studio, and Ambrose was still watching.

Except he had an extra pen in his hand, making notes on her file.

Alva walked over and Ambrose said, “You’re not familiar with some of the manufacturers, you’re not familiar with the fabrics used in them, but I am familiar with them, I’ll mark them for you, and you can go directly to these places.”

He spoke without looking at her, very seriously.

Alva looked at Ambrose. The light shone on his face and hands. His whole body seemed to be stained with light.

This light made her no longer prejudiced against him.

Ambrose fixed it for her, and it was an hour later.

During this hour, Alva made a plan.

It’s how long it takes between finding the fabric and designing the finished product.

They were both busy, and Ambrose said, “It’s getting late, go back early and rest.”

“HMM.”

Alva, take the files. Go back to the department.

Ambrose packed up, too.

Now it’s just the two of them at AK.

The two get into the elevator.

Ambrose asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

Alva paused and said, “I ate something.”

Ambrose said, “Go get some food. I didn’t eat either.”

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

Jackson looks over here.

He frowned when he saw the two men standing in the elevator.

Ambrose looked over, and when he saw Jackson, he stopped.

Alva saw Jackson, too.

She was surprised. “Jackson?”

Why is he here?

With a soft smile on his face, Jackson walked over.

“You’re finally off duty.”

“You…”

ד Jackson looked at Ambrose and reached out, “Hi, I’m Alva’s husband Jackson.”

Ambrose looked at him, gently but with a sharpness in his eyes.

Ambrose reached out and held it. “I know.”

The two men looked at each other, and there was something subtle in the air.

Alva said, “Ambrose, we’re going back.”

Ambrose nodded.

“Goodbye.” Jackson said.

“Goodbye.”

Jackson and Alva left first, and Ambrose got in, looked in the direction.

of the car, and started the car.

Got married.

No news at all.

He never knew if it was true.

Looks like it’s true.

In the car, Alva looked at Jackson’s head and frowned. “You have the right head. You can’t fly.”

Jackson took her hand, kissed it to her lips, and said, “I don’t think so.”

Alva was helpless, “Not bad for two days, and…”

She paused, frowning.

Jackson saw her frown and squeezed her hand. “What’s wrong?”

Alva looked at him, eyes raised helplessly, “I may have to travel in two days.”

Jackson raised his evebrows and nodded. “And?”

Travel is not very normal?

“Back to America on business.”

Jackson stopped.

“Most of the suppliers for AK are American,” Alva says, looking ahead. “The fabrics I use for my designs are American. I have to go back and see the fabrics and order them.”

Designers work hard.

It’s not like you can just draw a picture.

She has many, many things to do.

Jackson laughed. “So I ran for nothing?”

Alva nodded, “You wait in America for two days and I might come back.”

Jackson laughed.

The two went back to Alva’s place.

But before returning home, the two went to a restaurant for dinner.

Jackson knew Alva must not have eaten, so he took her to eat before returning home.

When the door opened, a dark figure rushed out.

Thinking it was something dangerous, Jackson immediately pulled Alva out of the way and in front of him.

And he blocked Alva, candy will not hold Alva, suddenly barking barking.

Jackson looked down at the sound, then froze.

When candy saw that he was still standing there, she bit his pants and tried to pull him away.

That’s a pretty little look.

Alva bent her lips, knelt down and hugged candy, smiling and said, “candy, don’t scream, this is the master too.”

She hugged him, and the little guy leaned into her arms and licked her, all excited.

Jackson sees candy licking Alva’s neck, face, frowning, “Is that what you mean by candy?”

“Yeah, look, isn’t it cute?”

Alva looked at him with a smile.

Jackson saw the smile on her face and sighed.

He didn’t think candy was cute. He didn’t think Candy was cute at all.

She’d never smiled at him like that before.

Alva picks up candy and says, “Come in and sce.”

Jackson went in and closed the door.

candy sits in Alva’s arms, looks at Jackson, and woof.

It’s like he’s declaring himself master.

1238 Mouchers “It’s no use yelling at me.” Jackson said. “I’m your master’s husband. You have to treat me like my master.”

He could see that the dog didn’t like him very much.

Same as him.

They don’t like each other.

candy seemed to understand what he was saying, and turned her head directly, grabbing Alva and licking, as if to say, this is my master, you are not.

Alva was tickled by his licking, and he kept moving, so she couldn’t hold him.

“Come down and play by yourself.”

She gave him dog food all day. He won’t starve.

candy is reluctant, but she is put down.

As soon as he was lowered, he hugged Alva’s legs and barked.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” Alva said. “You’re too heavy for me to carry you.”

Ambrose has been fusing him up all this time.

candy suddenly lying on the ground grievously, purring.

Alva laughed and said to Jackson, “See?”

Jackson nodded He’s already watching.

“It’s a nice house.”

The layout has good lighting.

Alva said, “Well, Frank helped me find it.”

Got him a glass of water.

Jackson took it, put it aside, and hugged her.

Alva froze. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m jealous.”

Alva was surprised. “Huh?”

Dine on Jealous?

What kind of jealousy is he getting?

Jackson tightened his arms and whispered, “Frank got you a house, Ambrose worked nights with you, and now the dogs are coming after me.”

He has so many rivals.

Alva laughed.

“What kind of vinegar are you?”

“Frank and I are good friends, I work with Ambrose, there are things to talk about, and candy was picked up by me, I am its owner, who am I to stick to?”

Jackson shook his head stubbornly. “No, as far as I’m concerned, they’re all my rivals.”

He could take the one he loves away at any moment.

Alva said, “Don’t believe me?”

“Or don’t believe in yourself?”

Jackson let go of her and looked deep into her eyes. “I was always afraid you’d ask me for a divorce.”