Nidia put on her coat and scarf meekly. She was about to pick up her bag when she saw Jackson staring at the number on the phone screen.
His face changed and it was much sexier, tough and cold. It became somber soon.
"I'm going to answer it."
Jackson spoke and lifted the empty hand and touched Nidia's head, as if to soothe her.
She nodded good-naturedly.
Jackson then turned and walked in the direction of the restaurant restroom.
His back was upright and broad, giving her a sense of security and pride.
She felt like she got a precious treasure, and she was afraid of losing it.
The more she got from him, the more she indulged in it. She appreciated such a good man... In fact, if she couldn't spend the whole life with him, a very short stage could suffice. In this aspect of love, she had no regret.
Jackson was the best man she had ever met.
