Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 593

Jackson froze. He lowered his eyes as his emotions returned to whence they came. “I’ll call my mom and apologize to her too… right in front of you. Fine?”

Tiffany suddenly found Jackson inscrutable. Worried that he was only trying to make her happy by making things even harder for himself, she demurred, “Look, I didn’t say I want that. But… I guess… I guess I agree that you should give your mom a call.”

Without another word, Jackson dialed Summer’s number and connected his phone to the car speaker through Bluetooth connection. When the call was through, it was loud enough for Tiffany to hear every word Summer enunciated.

“Jackson? Is that you?”

“I’m sorry for losing my cool just now, Mom. I won’t do it again.”

“Oh. Well, it’s alright. I understand. You were acting out against your father’s display of passion, weren’t you? But surely you’re aware that art is… well, art is your father’s lifelong devotion; he can’t help but act the way he did… Listen, I’m not asking you to treat him like he’s the best dad in the world or anything. All I want is that, for your mother’s sake, you try your best to be cordial with him. Please, sweetie, can you do that?”

“You must have realized that acting out like that just now threw Tiffany into a really awkward situation, right? You’re not a kid anymore, Jackson. This isn’t even the first time you’ve been in a relationship. So please, think about how others feel for a change, ok? It isn’t wrong to be more mindful of your loved ones’ feelings… Alright, I think I’ve talked enough. The two of you should get to rest early. Don’t worry about me, Jackson. I’m okay.”

Jackson drew in a shaky breath. The usual suaveness in his eyes had vanished, with resignation and surliness filling up the vacuum. “Yes, Mom. I get it.”

The call ended, leaving silence to permeate freely within the car. Neither of them tried to break it.

It became clear to Tiffany right now — Jackson might have chased after her and mollified her with an apology, but that did not mean he genuinely felt it. All he did was shove his emotions to the deepest recesses of his mind. Honestly, the one who brought up the topic that set him off was Tiffany herself, and now she was apprehensive that she might detonate his other bombs as well.

In the end, it was Jackson who broke the ice. “Please come to my place instead of going home. I… I don’t want to spend tonight by myself. Please?”

Tiffany found rejecting him a painful option, so her resolve wavered. “Um, how about… Ah, but I still think I shouldn’t come to your place tonight…? We're both in a bad mood right now, and we need some personal space to chill. Few things in life can’t be fixed by sleep, I always say.”

That was when Jackson suddenly hardened his stance and declared, “No, I don’t need to chill, and sleep isn’t gonna help me. That’s it, you’re coming with me!”

He slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and the car whirred to life.

Tiffany grouched, “You are the worst, Jackson West! You never give a damn about what I think—!”

She did not sound mad; in fact, she sounded borderline coquettish.

Jackson ignored her grumble.

The door to White Water Bay Villa was swung open. With a surprised yelp, Tiffany was shoved onto the couch in the living room before the lights were even on. In the dark, a frenzied Jackson began. He was long past the need for foreplay.

Tiffany felt as though she had figured out another part of him — he seemed to get on by intense emotional turmoils. In contrast to their usual, more-romantic sessions, these moments were exclusively meant to liberate whatever had built up within him.