Silence.No one said a word.“Andreas, Ester. I want to ask you something. Since when did you two marry off Jackson and Jennyfer?”The question burst out just like that. Grandma Hima had gathered everyone precisely to address this matter. As a mother, she was deeply disappointed that she hadn’t been informed about Jackson and Jennyfer’s marriage.Madam Ester swallowed hard, shocked that her mother would bring this up in front of everyone. How could she possibly admit everything she had done from the start—especially in front of the whole family?Jackson said nothing, quietly smiling to himself. He was curious to see their reactions once they learned that he and Jennyfer had legally been husband and wife from the very beginning. After all, their official marriage certificate was still safely in his possession.“M-Mother, I-I… we…” Madam Ester stammered helplessly.She had no idea how to explain it—especially with everyone present, including Jackson and Jennyfer.If only her mother-in-l

Jackson observed Grandma Hima’s sincerity, which had been evident from the start of the evening—the night that allowed him to keep Jennyfer by his side.“Enough. Why are you two so alike, Grandma? I never realized you and Jenny are so similar—you both cry easily,” Jackson said jokingly. His words made Grandma Hima and Jennyfer, who was still crying tears of emotion, laugh through their tears.That moment sparked many thoughts among those present. Madam Ester saw it as a tactic by her mother-in-law to win Jackson’s favor, while Andreas saw the genuine sincerity of his mother.Meanwhile, Mardinata and Addison saw it as a golden opportunity. Perhaps they could manipulate their mother to get what they wanted. After all, Jackson clearly cared for Grandma Hima so much at that moment!After the sentimental moment had brought tears to everyone in the room, Jackson and Jennyfer returned to their seats.“So, Grandma? Do you agree with Jackson’s proposal?”Jackson repeated his earlier question,

“You see, I can’t sleep without you, Honey. What am I supposed to do? Even now my heart almost jumped out because of your shouting. Don’t you love me anymore? Do you want me to die suddenly or what?”Instead of apologizing, Jackson made Jennyfer feel guilty with his teasing tone.“N-no, that’s not what I meant… Ah, you always talk like that,” Jennyfer replied, frustrated but also feeling guilty at the same time. She turned her back to Jackson, a mix of anger and remorse written across her face.Jackson chuckled softly and immediately embraced her from behind. The position felt comfortable and peaceful, and it was clear that Jennyfer felt the same.“I always miss you, Honey,” Jackson whispered.Jennyfer remained silent, not responding to his words, which made Jackson chuckle again.His hands, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, slowly wandered upward, eventually resting on one of her more sensitive areas. He gently squeezed.“Ck! What are you doing?!”Jennyfer let out an annoy

After Jennyfer and her father-in-law left his office, Jackson walked toward his desk and began focusing on the pile of documents stacked there. He immersed himself in work, though part of his heart still felt uneasy because Jennyfer wasn’t beside him.When Jackson was almost done, the door to his office opened, and Jennyfer returned with her father.“Are you two done, Honey?” Jackson asked, glancing at his watch—it was already past eleven in the morning.“Yes. You’re not done yet? Are we disturbing you?”“Of course not. Come on, have a seat and get Father something to drink. I’ll be done soon,” Jackson replied warmly.He quickly called and requested three cups of warm chocolate milk.In less than three minutes, the drinks were delivered to his office.Jackson continued finishing the few remaining documents, fully focused on what he was reading.When he was done, he asked his secretary to take the documents for processing.After completing his work, Jackson joined his wife and father-i

Jackson struck his opponents’ arms and legs with lightning-fast sweeping moves, following it up with sharp chops using the outer edge of his tightened palms — striking his enemies’ shoulders as swiftly as a wild stallion!Every move Jackson made was aimed at draining his enemies’ stamina — hitting the precise nerve points that supported their strength and coordination.He repeated the same attack again when the three men before him still managed to hold their ground, despite the obvious pain twisting across their faces. Even when the two others behind them joined in, launching a relentless series of blows, Jackson focused only on those vital nerve points. He knew — once he hit them perfectly, his opponents wouldn’t be able to move again.He was Jackson Raksa Hethawy — and very few knew about his hidden skills. He had never flaunted them to the world, because all those martial arts he’d studied were not for show — but to protect himself and preserve his pride in real life.Outside, Jen