Jackson smiled again.He remembered the room they used to share — one that wasn’t even half the size of the bathroom here. No wonder his girl looked so shocked seeing how enormous this one was.“Come with Brother.”Jackson immediately took Jennyfer’s hand and led her toward the bathroom inside, pulling her along to step in.“Is this really a bathroom? It’s huge! You could fit ten people in here!”Jennyfer’s mouth fell open in disbelief as she looked around the spacious, all-white bathroom.“Well then, that means we can take a shower together every day,” Jackson said casually.“W-what?!”“Didn’t you just say ten people could fit? There’s only two of us.”“Huh?! I-I was just talking about how big it is!”“Heheee, liar! Anyway, are you going to shower first, or Brother?”“S-shower?”“Of course! You don’t want to take a bath after such a hot day?”“B-but… my clothes?”“There, inside that wardrobe,” Jackson said while taking her hand again and leading her out of the large bathroom.“How is

After seeing that the clock was nearing seven, Jackson closed his laptop and slipped it back into his work bag. He stood up, stretching his stiff back after sitting for too long. Then he walked toward the bedroom door and quietly stepped inside.Seeing Jennyfer still asleep in the same position as last night made Jackson smile again.You sleep so soundly. Are you that tired… my wife?He smiled softly once more, adjusting the blanket that had slipped down a little. Then, reaching into his pocket, Jackson placed a cellphone on the nightstand beside her before walking out of the room.After finishing his breakfast downstairs, Jackson got into his car and drove to his company’s main headquarters — the central corporation that managed all branches of his family’s business, both domestic and overseas.“Good morning, President,” greeted a staff member as soon as Jackson’s car door opened. The man stood straight by the car door, bowing respectfully.“Morning,” Jackson replied briefly as he st

After finishing lunch with his client, Jackson drove straight to East Jakarta toward PT. Raksa Tbk, his palm oil factory, which was currently facing sustainability issues. He drove alone, while Albert took a taxi back to the World Bank headquarters to handle the loan for Grandma Hima that needed to be disbursed that very day. Grandma Hima herself was already waiting at the main branch, as reported by Jackson’s trusted manager there.Being busy with his work, Jackson hadn’t yet checked the messages on his phone. At that moment, he was in a meeting with the senior management team he had assigned to the factory, discussing the root causes of the problems that were hindering their productivity.Jackson wanted everything to be perfectly planned — ensuring both short-term and long-term benefits — because he didn’t want the factory’s operations to focus solely on material profit while ignoring other essential aspects. As the new sole leader, Jackson had to fix every system that didn’t align

“Should I turn on the light so it’s brighter, Brother?”“No need. You’re just giving me a massage, right?”“Oh.”As Jennyfer began to massage the upper part of his arm, thick with muscles, Jackson turned his face toward her and chuckled.“What are you doing, massaging me or feeling me up? Why does it tickle like this?”“Tickle? I’m just giving you a massage, Brother.”“A little harder.”“Oh,” Jennyfer responded, gathering her strength to press a little more firmly.Jackson closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of his young wife’s small hands.Jennyfer kept massaging with her little arms until sweat began to appear on her forehead from how much strength she was using—even though the room itself was quite cold.Almost thirty minutes passed, and Jennyfer looked exhausted, while Jackson hadn’t moved an inch since lying on his stomach.Indeed, the muscular man had fallen asleep—lulled by the gentle strokes of his wife’s hands, something he had never experienced before.Jennyfer stopped massa

Since their return that night, Madam Ester and Brielle had immediately started searching for the marriage certificate — the only proof of Brielle’s marriage to Jackson. Not even a single pre-wedding photo existed. That night, they turned the entire mansion upside down, searching every corner, and today they continued their search even more meticulously.After breakfast, Jackson — who already had plans for the day — invited his little wife to leave their golden residence.“Where are we going, Brother? Are we going home?”“Home? What do you mean?”“Home to Mom’s house.”“Oh. Do you want to pick up your things?”“How long are we going to stay here?”“Hmm... maybe a few months,” Jackson muttered softly.“Oh, in that case, Jenny wants to get her clothes. There are still many new ones Jenny hasn’t worn yet.”“Alright.”Finally, Jackson drove toward his mother-in-law’s house.As soon as Madam Ester and Brielle saw the luxury car parked in front of the house, they immediately walked out. The