How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )

Chapter 556

Gilda took a step back in disbelief. She covered her mouth and said, “Jackson? When did you come back?

Jackson unlocked the car and motioned for her to get in.

“We arrived at three o’clock. I didn’t want to disturb you.

Gilda looked at the time. It was eight o’clock now, and he had been waiting here

five hours except for the long flight!

She got in the car and touched his side face, “What’s wrong? Why did you come back suddenly?”

Jackson grabbed her hand and stared at her for a moment. “Give back the car‘

Gilda slapped him. “Don’t lie to me, what happened?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackson curled his lips and said. “There is something urgent in the fl group. I’ll come back to deal with it.”

Gilda was suspicious, but he had started the car. “Go home?”

She answered softly.

In the morning rush hour, there were many cars on the road. Jackson drove steadily and half of his face was bathed in the sunshine. He didn’t know what kind of mood he had.

Of course, it was Gilda’s place. Jackson drove the car into the parking lot and said, “They are back.”

Gilda was unhappy. She quickly entered the house and stood still, asking him seriously: “I have been sending people to keep an eye on il since you left. I didn’t hear that there is anything important that needs the director to come back and deal with in person. What is going on?”

Her eyes were full of worry.

Jackson smiled and fixed the hair on her forehead. “How dare you keep an eye on me?”

Gilda didn’t say anything.

“If it’s true, how can your people know?” Jackson held her hand, touched the fingerprint lock on the door, and opened it.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

Gilda took his hand and said, “I’m worried about your health. You are not made of iron.”

Jackson looked at their hands and smiled.

Gilda blushed immediately and let go of him quickly. The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared.

you want to eat for breakfast?”

“What do you

“Mrs. Harrington can do it.”

“I’m asking you.”

I want to eat preserved egg and lean pork porridge to nourish my stomach.”

In fact, Gilda always had coffee and bread for breakfast. But thinking that Jackson was traveling thousands of miles, she must have not eaten anything.

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Jackson understood. He rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen. After a while, Mrs. Harrington came out in panic. “Ms. Lynch, this… Gilda said happily, “It doesn’t matter. Mrs. Harrington, you can go to rest now. You are not needed here for the time being.”

Jackson came back suddenly, and she was undoubtedly happy to be relieved of the pressure.

Jackson, if you get married, you must be a good husband.”

She leaned against the door, peeling an orange in her hand.

Jackson was washing rice. Hearing this, he glanced at her and asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Nowadays, men who are good at doing business can’t cook, and men who are good at cooking can’t do business. But Jackson, you are good at everything. What is a bad husband?”

She stuffed an orange into her mouth, and the juice splashed gently. It was sweet and delicious.

Jackson withdrew his sight and asked, “What about