Jennyfer’s eyes widened as she glared furiously at him, scolding him without mercy.Mr. Andreas, who was equally startled, stayed silent—his eyes just as wide. But the scene before him stirred something amusing inside. His youngest daughter was venting her anger in her own unique way, and somehow, that sight made him quietly chuckle in his heart.A trillionaire like Jackson being scolded like that by Jenny? Oh my… why does this seem so funny? he thought, both shocked and amused.“B-but I just wanted to try the fried chicken. It looks delicious,” Jackson murmured softly, sounding like a little boy being scolded by his mother for eating too much.“No. That’s for tomorrow’s sale. Don’t eat it.”Jennyfer’s tone was sharp as she continued eating.“Jenny, what’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Let Jackson eat the fried chicken.”“You know very well, Dad, chicken meat is expensive. I’m saving money to pay back the debt I owe him. If he eats too much, I’ll lose money. It’s not right to stay in de

It turned out Jackson had already finished mopping the entire floor of the small house.Jennyfer didn’t pay him any attention. She walked out of her room and closed the door behind her, but after only a few steps, she stopped when she realized Jackson was following her again.“Why are you following me?!”Feeling annoyed that Jackson had been tailing her since the kitchen, Jennyfer couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. The question escaped her lips before she could stop herself.“What else can I do besides follow you, Honey? You keep ignoring me.”Mr. Andreas, who was sitting quietly on one of the new chairs Jackson had bought, shook his head with a faint smile. He could already tell his daughter and son-in-law were about to start another argument.“Then go home! You don’t belong here. Look at you, you’ve been sweating nonstop. This house doesn’t have air conditioning and it’s small. Don’t torture yourself like this!” Jennyfer shot back, trying once more to make Jackson leave

“It’s okay, Honey. Your money is my money, and my money is yours too,” Jackson said casually, making the food vendor chuckle.“You can keep the change, sir.”“In that case, let’s make it three rice portions and three satay orders, yeah?” the vendor asked, having overheard Jackson’s earlier conversation with Jennyfer.“Oh, is that so? Fine, do whatever you want. Do you have enough money for that?” Jennyfer asked sharply.“More than enough,” the vendor replied with a friendly smile.“Alright, thank you, sir.”“I’ll come back in a bit to pick them up, okay? Please prepare them first. I’ll go check the next stall,” Jennyfer said quietly.“Alright, Miss. I’ll get them ready right away.”Jennyfer then walked toward the vegetable stalls, with Jackson still trailing behind her, watching every step she took.He couldn’t take his eyes off her—seeing her carefully select the vegetables, ask questions, and bargain over prices made him smile faintly.When the vendor finally packed everything neatl

“Hmm. Jenny will just eat a little,” Jennyfer said softly, not wanting to argue any further.Jackson smiled faintly at her response. Seeing his wife finally obey him, even for something small, stirred a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time in a long while, he felt like a real husband — needed, valued, and trusted.When dinner ended, Jennyfer immediately began washing the dishes. Jackson didn’t just stand around; he helped clean the table and tidy up the dining area, while he had already asked his father-in-law to rest.Jennyfer couldn’t hide her astonishment as she glanced back at him. The same Jackson — a billionaire who used to live surrounded by servants and never lifted a finger for chores — was now standing beside her, wiping the table without complaint. Her heart softened again. It wasn’t just about the act of helping; it was about what it meant. Jackson was trying — genuinely trying — to be part of her world, no matter how simple or small.At his mansion, Jackson nev

“Don’t be silly, Brother. If I scream, Father will come running,” Jennyfer said, at a loss for words. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, yet she had resolved not to be touched before whatever made their marriage lawful and certain.“Father will support me. Didn’t you hear what he said earlier? I think he’s ready for grandchildren,” Jackson replied, teasing but steady. He knew her father was on his side, and he wasn’t afraid of a hurried interruption. The thought only made him bolder.He turned to her, and before she could fully react, he tugged at the strap that had slipped from her arm. For a heartbeat the world narrowed to one small, reckless vista: the curve of her, the soft vulnerability of the moment. Jennyfer’s breath hitched and Jackson kissed her gently, as if sealing off the room from the rest of the world. He guided her down to the modest bed, careful and reverent.Opportunity and restraint warred inside him. He let his lips travel with tenderness, letting every touch be a pl