Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 972

Jackson was in such a downer mood that he ignored Tiffany’s question. Instead, he hastened his pace, leaving the baffled woman behind.

Something finally clicked in Tiffany’s mind, prompting her to quicken her steps and catch up. “You’re referring to what I said at the dinner table, aren’t you?” she called out. “The answer is no. I didn’t say it because I didn’t want dinner to be awkward. I said it because I meant it.”

Jackson halted, his steps falling into place as a gust zipped past him and billowed his hair, disrupting both of their hearts.

He did not dare to look back, as though he was unsure of the statement’s veracity. “What did you say?”

“I said, I didn’t say anything because I was afraid of some awkwardness around the table. I said what I said because I meant it. You and your cooking are alike. They’re both delicious and exactly my type.”

Tiffany had always fancied herself a relatively thick-skinned person, but when those words left her lips, she could feel her cheeks warm up and burn.

Jackson finally turned around slowly. He leveled a complicated, nigh-unreadable look at her and warned, “Don’t do that. Don’t joke with me. I’m not in the mood for jokes… Plus, that joke sucks.”

Tiffany was a little startled by his reaction. The Jackson West she remembered was a self-assured guy who would hype himself as much as he could. Since when did he become so uncharacteristically cautious?

Tucking a strand of her billowing hair behind her ear, she replied, “Regardless, I think… I think we should try again.”

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Jackson’s eyes were glued to hers, unmoving and unblinking, for two minutes.

Then he lurched. He wrapped his arm around Tiffany and yanked her into his chest. He squeezed as tightly as he could, as though he wanted to press Tiffany into merging with his being.

A tear trickled down Tiffany’s eye. She hooked her arms around his muscular waist and inhaled the scent effusing from his body—the smell that only Jackson had that still managed to intoxicate her.

It was at this moment that she realized that this hug was what she had been waiting for since they broke up.

Tiffany’s heart thumped, but outwardly, she affected reluctance. “Urgh, guess I have no choice but to trust you this time…”

After a half-hour walk, Jackson began to complain about wanting to go home. Since he had begun their walk with one or two proclamations of how exhausted he was, Tiffany felt that he was genuinely tired, so she did not insist on continuing her walk.

It was only eight o’clock by the time the two of them took their baths. Not one to sleep early, Tiffany sat on the bed with her back leaning on the headboard while she occupied herself with her phone. Jackson, meanwhile, laid down next to her.

“Hey, maybe you should sleep in a different room?” she suggested hesitantly. “Just sayin’, your parents don’t know that we’ve gone back together, so it’s probably not a good look to sleep together now, right? It would seem a little, er, imprudent?”

He grabbed her by her fair, supple thighs and pulled, causing the woman to yelp in surprise as she fell onto the bed. He then pulled her into his embrace and breathed in. “You really think my parents would care about this? Honey, they are way more gung-ho about getting us together than I am. Oh, you smell so good…”

Warm puffs of air escaped him and blew against her beck, causing her to shrink her neck into her collar as his breaths tickled it. “H-Hey, stop that! I-I-It tickles! Okay, okay! You go to sleep and stop playing with me. I’ll be having fun with my phone for a bit. Go on. Aren’t you, like, super-exhausted? Go to sleep then!”