Chapter 68 - I Dont Want To Be Alone (1/2)

Soon, Jackson returned from the bathroom. He had changed into a black t-shirt and jeans. In his left hand was a bandage and in his right hand was a hairdryer.

By this time, Halia was seated back on the bed wearing a short black dress. She had forgotten​ to ask Max to bring some more appropriate clothes, so she had no choice but to wear this dress.

Without a word, Jackson walked over to the woman and kneeled down at her feet. He then unrolled some bandage and started wrapping it around her foot. This scene was slightly familiar. Not too long ago, Jackson was the one that was sitting while Halia was treating his injury.

Halia subconsciously glanced at Jackson's arm where the stitches she made could still be seen. ”Don't forget that your stitches need to be removed soon,” she reminded as she looked at the man's arm.

Jackson glanced at his stitches and smiled, ”After my deal with Remy.”

Halia's heart sank when she heard these words. If he was still going to the deal with Remy, would she be removing his stitches in prison? She couldn't let that happen!

Jackson quickly finished wrapping Halia's foot and stood up. He then plugged the hairdryer he brought into a socket and turned it on. Gently, he climbed onto the bed behind Halia and started drying her hair for her.

Halia's heart melted at this caring gesture. No one had ever been this thoughtful. The man was patient and gentle as his fingers ran through her hair, carefully making sure that her entire head was dry before he turned off the hairdryer and returned it to the bathroom.

”Stay here, I'll clean up the mess in the lab and we can have lunch after,” Jackson said as he returned from the bathroom and peeked into the bedroom.

Halia nodded her head as she checked her watch. They had been messing around for so long that it was already 2pm and they hadn't even had lunch yet. Halia's stomach grumbled at this realization.

The lab was a total mess. It took Jackson roughly half an hour to quickly throw the bulk of the mess in the bin. He then returned to the bedroom.

”Let's have lunch, I'll mop the floor later,” he said as walked over to Halia and lifted her in his arms.

Halia grabbed onto the man's neck in surprise. ”I can walk,” she said.

”No, you need to rest your foot so it recovers faster,” Jackson replied dotingly as he carried her out and placed her in a chair.

He then brought her a dish of pasta that Max had brought earlier. ”I've heated it up for you, it should be ready to eat,” he smiled.

After the couple finished lunch, Jackson carried Halia back into the bedroom and lay her down in bed. ”Have a nap, rest your foot and don't do anything today. I'll take care of the bomb,” he said.

At the mention of the bomb, Halia quickly wrapped her arms around the man and stopped him from leaving the room. ”Come lay down with me. I don't want to be alone...”