NovelEnglishChapter 104
The guy speaking had this air about him-classy, but not in a stuck-up way like Dylan's chilliness or Richard's
overbearing vibe. His laid-back attitude was the kind you'd expect from someone who's always had it easy, but
he managed to keep it just right without tipping over into arrogance like Simon could sometimes do.
Clara felt like she needed to say something, even though she couldn't quite place him. So, she just gave him a
bit of an awkward smile.
He was tall, probably around six foot one, and he strode over to her, leaning in close. "Clara, what are you doing
in such a place? Is it about Simon again?"
Jackson had just touched down in the Capital tonight, still fighting off jet lag. His hand was casually shoved in his
pocket, and he gave off this effortlessly relaxed vibe.
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Clara took a couple of steps back. "And you are?"
Jackson raised an eyebrow, the amused twinkle in his eyes quickly turning cold. "What kind of gare you
playing now?"
Before he could say more, Dylan called out, "Jack."
That was when it clicked for Clara-this was Jackson from the well-known Dawson family.
Jackson was a big deal in those fancy social circles. The buzz was that three years ago, his family set him up with
a marriage, and he made a break for it, skipping his own wedding. The Dawson family was dead set on the whole
marriage thing, and in the end, they were left with a bride but no groom.
Now that Jackson was back in town, it seemed like he was about to meet the wife he'd never even known.
Clara had heard the gossip back then. The word was that Jackson was living it up abroad and had zero interest in
his bride-to-be. After three years away, it seemed like he was back to sort out a divorce.
Clara steadied herself and spoke calmly, "Oh, hi Jackson."
Jackson returned to Dylan's side, scoffing with his arms crossed. "What's this madness about?"
Clara wasn't new to being spoken to like that. She was confused. Had she tangled with this Dawson guy before
her memory played tricks on her?
Jackson continued. "In the past, you'd look down your nose at us like a real fool. Today, you're not avoiding us.
Aren't you worried Dylan might just eat you alive?"
Clara picked up on the suggestive undertone in "eat." She glanced at Dylan, who was gazing into the bar with a
don't-get-too-close vibe.
Jackson lost interest in Clara and turned to Dylan, "Have the people you were waiting for shown up? Should we
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Dylan, sitting in his wheelchair, had this otherworldly presence. "They're here." Jackson seemed surprised,
scanning around. "Here? Where?"
Dylan didn't reply. He just moved his wheelchair forward, and Jackson quickly fell in step.
Clara trailed behind them, catching Jackson say, "Tomorrow, let's hit the cemetery first."
Dylan's wheelchair halted, and his whole demeanor shifted, becoming somber and silent.
Clara instantly realized they were going to visit Shelly's grave.
Lost in thought, she barely noticed when they stopped, and Jackson's voice turned icy. "Clara, how long are you
planning to tail us?"
His coldness was genuine. Clara had a feeling that if Dylan wasn't around, Jackson might not have held back.
He turned around, his eyes full of disdain. "Don't think the Dawson family has forgotten what you did back then
just because we're not tearing into you now."
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