Chapter 289

Chapter 289: How Can I Repay You Jackson pulled him out of the room.

“Just sit here, don’t move, and don’t talk.”

Jackson pressed his shoulder and said solemnly.

Alva blinked her eyelashes and nodded, “Good.”

Jackson straightened up when she finally obeyed. “Where’s the comb?”

“Huh?”

What does the comb do?

Jackson saw the doubt in her eyes. “Tell me,” he said.

“It’s in the nightstand drawer.”

Jackson turned and took out the comb.

He came over, stood behind her, took her long hair, and brushed it back.

Alva froze.

“The first time I brush someone’s hair,” Jackson said, “don’t move. I’m afraid it’ll hurt you.”

Alva’s lips pressed slightly, then she whispered, “Okay, I’m not moving.”

She did not move, and Jackson took care to remove most of the strength from his hands, gently handling the long hair in his palms.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and gentle.

The sun was shining in from the balcony, the wind was blowing, the curtains were dancing, everything was beautiful.

Jackson tied Alva’s long hair back, took an ice pack from the waiter, and applied it to her face.

Alva looked at him, his brow slightly furrowed, his lips tight, his face serious, but his eyes very serious.

It’s like looking at a treasure.

Alva reached out and hugged him.

Jackson said, “Don’t move…”

But stopped the moment she hugged him.

Alva held him close and closed her eyes.

Jackson, you’ve been so good to me, what can I give you but my whole life?

The swelling on Alva’s face began to go down, and when it did, she grabbed a pen and paper and started drawing.

The drawing must be sent today.

Jackson saw her sitting on a stool and working like nothing was wrong, and he was distressed.

He wanted very much to tell her not to be so tired that he kept her.

But he knew she wouldn’t listen.

She has her own dreams to fulfill.

Jackson picked up his phone and went out. He called. “Do you have a picture of that girl?”

“No, but there were a lot of reporters, and they took photos and videos, which should come out soon.”

“HMM.”

Jackson hung up and clicked on the search page.

But no sooner had he clicked on it than a message came in.

The headline reads: Alva is too rampant, beaten up!

Regardless of whether the title is true or not, one can’t help but click on it at a glance.

Jackson immediately clicked in, his fingers tightening uncontrollably.

Maul!

Soon, a video came out.

Jackson opened it, and five minutes later, his fists clucked.

She was beaten and scolded!

“Find out who that girl is, and I’ll Sue her.”

“All right.”

Alva didn’t take long. It took an hour.

I cleaned up the desk, put the manuscript in the folder, and then took the bag out.

When she reached the door, she remembered something, turned to look around, and saw Jackson sitting on the couch watching her.

He looked at her intently and intently for I don’t know how long.

Alva immediately came over, “I’m sorry, I’m busy, I didn’t pay attention to you, you wait for me in the hotel, I…”

Jackson got up and took her hand. “Come on.”

She was so busy that she forgot everything, not even seeing a living person like him.

What else could he say?

The two men took a car to the company, Alva gave the drawings to the person in charge, and told him something.

Wait for the account to be good, two people out of the company, the time is already 4:20 p.m.

Alva said, “Let’s eat first, and then we’ll go back to rest.”

I think he just got here.

Haven’t had a break yet.

Jackson said, “Aren’t you forgetting one thing?”

Alva wondered, “What?”

Forget what?

She didn’t feel a thing.

Jackson squeezed her hand and said, “Your husband owns A house in A city.”

Alva froze and laughed.

Yeah, he has a house here.

And when they got married, she went to live with him.

The two returned to the hotel, checked out the room and returned to Yoozy Bay.

Jackson’s villa.

Jackson carried her luggage to her bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out a key.

“You are the mistress of the house. You must have a key.”

Jackson handed her the keys.

With a smile on her face, Alva took it and looked up at him. “What do you want to eat tonight, I’ll make.”

She’s his wife now. She’s supposed to do this.

Jackson looked at her face. The swelling had gone down and the slap marks were gone, but it was still a little red.

His heart hurts.

“Whatever you want, I’ll make.”

Alva winked. “Are you going to be a house cook?”

Jackson thought carefully and nodded. “You can support me.”

“All right.”

Two people went to the mall to buy food, they did nothing to hide, just went.

At the mall, someone recognized them and raised their cell phones to take pictures of them.

Alva saw it, but said nothing, and there was no change in her face.

She’s normal.

So was Jackson.

That was a bit of a surprise to the person who photographed them.

The two went to the fruit and vegetable section, where Jackson expertly picked the dishes, and Alva stood nearby, watching him pick, occasionally saying a few words, smiling.

So was Jackson.

They are just like a normal husband and wife, after a busy shopping mall together to buy food.

Suddenly, Jackson’s cell phone rang.