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Chapter 81: With Jackson, My Husband
To Love You Again, My Husband
Chapter 81: With Jackson, My Husband Airina’s POV
I nodded my head at Jackson’s wide-eyed. Actually, I shouldn’t have seen them, but that director is quite the talkative type, and he seemed not holding back of revealing some past events from his life. Not going to lie but he really is handsome as he was back then and right now. I got a good eye for handsome men.
He turned off the stove while responding, “Uhm, my childhood is ordinary. Though I had more classes than anyone in my age and class, it was still could be labeled as good childhood. I had more restrictions, however. Like I have to study this and that, have to be skilled in golfing, chess, be a multilingual, ace the business exams, science, so on so forth,” he sighed, pulling me close with his hands, “If we ever have children, I want them to have a freer life than I had. If that’s fine for you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You haven’t even proposed to me yet you’re already thinking about children?,” I scoffed, “Besides, I also wouldn’t like it if you prohibit our children to do this and that otherwise it will be our second divorce.”
“No way. I wouldn’t let us have another divorce. If so, I should just kill myself for being irresponsible and immature.”
I shyly smiled, “Tch, you’re just full of sugar words.”
He cupped both of my cheeks, sweetly chuckling, “Well… I can’t help it when I am with you. If it hadn’t been for my sugar words, I wouldn’t have gotten you!”
How shameless could he be really? I rolled my eyes at him, motioning him to start serving us food. Which he did without any complains while I stayed on the chair, anticipating for him to finish so we could eat together. If this was in the past, I wouldn’t have dared to think that this was possible. Now that we’ve cleared all issues from the past, it is truly the time where we need to improve ourselves and start anew together.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Unlike when we were hating and taking revenge, this time around is full of love and tranquility.
During our meal, we talked about what we will be doing. He told me that his parents seemed to be skeptical when he said that we are in a real relationship. I was shocked because it took briefly for him to say it to them, but I haven’t told my father yet.
He seemed to notice what I was thinking so he held my hand and hugged me tight.
“Don’t worry, your father will accept me. You just need to sit back and relax.”
I nodded my head, snuggling with him and adding. “… I mean, yes, my father would be an easy challenge but Evan, I am wondering if he will have the heart do forgive you.”
He pursed his lips, pecking my hand and smiling widely.
“Whatever happens, I will get through it. I will do whatever it takes to make them forgive me.”
I sighed. “But if you got hurt in the process?”
He shook his head, “I am certain that whatever happens while doing so, it’s what I need to do and I am willing to be in danger if in return, they would accept and give me second chance to prove I am right to be with you.”
So then, after hearing his assurances, I was calmer and trusted him.
“I will be with you. Don’t forget that.”
He smiled at me, “I am with you, too.”
*
I was all certain that things wouldn’t be so bad if I tell it to my father but upon telling him the reason why I was here, he turned his back on me and looked away from Jackson.
“Pa, Jackson is here to-”
“Why are you speaking for him? Does he have no mouth?”
Jackson held my hand and nodded his head as if telling me to trust him. Despite that I wasn’t sure if that was the best thing to do, I didn’t follow them. Instead, I headed inside the house and looked around. Right, I saw my father using the cane Jackson gave him. I supposed Jackson wouldn’t have that much of exhaustion swaying my father. I giggled at the thought that we will be a real family. It feels surreal and unbelievable but we’re in the process to make that happen.
I opened the door to my father’s room and couldn’t help but notice the frame that was on top of the drawer. The frame consisted of a picture of us and my mother, Wendy. The three of us looked happy together. Restraining myself was out of the question since I grabbed it and stared at it.
“… Ma, you can rest assured now that Pap is doing well. I wish you long and happy marriage. I will visit you soon. With Jackson, my Husband.”