StartNovelChapter 1345
With a determined nod, she bobbed her head like she was hammering garlic into paste.
"Yeah, if he'd been good to me, | wouldn't be all by myself like this. Who wouldn't want family around? | hate
feeling this lonely..."
As she spoke, she turned on the waterworks, her acting skills on full display as she squeezed out a few tears and
dabbed at her eyes. Her almond-shaped eyes, now misty with tears, looked even more innocent.
Jackson watched her, caught between doubt and sympathy.
He cleared his throat softly and handed over the handkerchief he always had on him.
"Don't be sad, let's eat."
His clumsy attempt at comfort amused Fiona a little.
Who would have thought this guy had a charming side?
The thought nearly made her laugh out loud, but she kept up her act.
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She even pretended to be too upset to eat, poking at her food with such a glum expression that Jackson felt a
pang of discomfort.
After all, he'd brought up a sore topic for her.
With a resigned sigh, he added more food to her plate and gently said, "Con, have a bite."
Fiona got what she wanted and looked up, sniffing as she flashed a cheeky grin, revealing a cute little canine
tooth that made her look both mischievous and sweet. She ate while Jackson continued to pile food onto her
plate, treating her like a kid.
But before they could finish their meal, Jackson's phone buzzed.
He answered it coolly, but his brows knitted almost instantly.
"I'll be there right away."
He set down his cutlery, ready to leave.
"I'll drive you home. I've got surgent business to handle," he said as evenly as he could. "If you're still
hungry, I'll grab ssnacks for you
later." .
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With that, Jackson had already picked his jacket off the chair, slinging it over his arm with a hint of urgency in his
eyes.
Fiona was surprised by his haste, sensing something was amiss.
"What happened? Anything | can help with?" she asked, frowning.
Given Jackson had been decent to her-and he was easy on the eyes-she was willing to lend a hand.
As he shrugged into his coat, Jackson shot her a glance and shook his head. "It's nothing."
But Fiona wasn't buying it.
"Your face says otherwise," she pointed at her own face, "Con, I'm pretty capable. Lethelp."
She might be scrappy, but helping him out wasn't really in the cards.
With more calls lighting up his phone, Jackson grew more anxious. "Alright, calong for now, and I'll drop you
hlater."
He couldn't spare the tto take her hfirst; he needed to check on things immediately. But the idea of
leaving her alone bugged him.
Fiona was thrilled, trailing him with an eager bounce in her step.
She'd never admit she was just in it for the thrill.
"Don't getwrong, | genuinely want to help, and | can."
Jackson was moving fast, but when he looked back, he saw she was lagging.
He stopped, propping a hand on the car door, and looked at her.
"Yeah, | believe you."
Though deep down, he didn't.
Fiona hustled, hopping into the car with a playful lilt in her voice, sweet with a touch of mischief, "As long as
you believe me, that's all that
matters."
Jackson's head spun at her calling him "brother," his gaze wandering to her slender waist. Shaking it off, he
motioned for her to get in. He was in a rush, so he drove faster than usual. .
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