The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 293: As promised

[PRESENT TIME]

Jackson silently huffed as he was reminded of his end and also the beginning of his life as an immortal being, holder of Filomena’s heart. Although until now, he couldn’t understand why she never wanted him to love her again, he knew it was unfair.

It was wrong.

When this relentless cycle of life’s only meaning was her, he couldn’t see the importance of her not using this heart to love. Especially when she finally returned his affection at the same intensity.

"Oh, Fil," he whispered, brushing her hair with his fingertips. "If living means I cannot love you, then I’d use my last breath to say how much I love you."

From the day he had laid his eyes on her all for eternity. His heart only beat for her. Literally and figuratively. No amount of words could ever explain how much his heart yearned for her.

"Jack."

Jackson raised his brows when he heard Dustin’s voice. Looking back, he saw Dustin by the door.

"Someone’s here looking for you."

Jackson nodded, guessing it was Michael. He didn’t get up immediately and cast Fil a glance.

"I’ll just be right outside. I’ll be back," he said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before pushing himself away.

As expected, the person who came was Michael.

Closing the door behind him, Jackson approached Michael. "How’s the investigation?"

"No luck. They’re not talking. All they’re saying is that they got the wrong girl. Nothing else." Michael frowned as he balled his hands into tight fists. "I hired my private investigator. Maybe it’ll help with the investigation."

"I also called some people I know," said Jackson, not to investigate, but to find out if there were other people involved aside from Quentin.

Quentin could abduct Fil on his own without leaving a trace. However, some hired men did the dirty work. It didn’t make sense to Jackson. Even if Quentin was being careful, he should know enough that Jackson would sense it.

Unless... Quentin knew about Jackson’s current dilemma. And that would be another dilemma.

"How’s she?" Michael’s question brought Jackson back to the current lapse. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, fortunately. She woke up, but she was still too weak. So, she fell back asleep right after."

"I see." Michael glanced at the door with relief. However, his relief was short-lived, because the situation wasn’t resolved.

Someone wanted to harm Fil, and they didn’t know who it was exactly. At least, Michael didn’t know who it was.

Seeing how Michael stared at the door with worry in his eyes, Jackson pressed his lips. Today, Michael was also meant to die. If not for Fil’s vision, then Michael...

’Vision...?’ Jackson furrowed his brows as he lowered his gaze. ’When did I start losing my senses?’

Jackson couldn’t exactly tell when, but he knew it was not long ago. But if he could guess, it was probably almost the same time Fil started having these nightmares. Only today did Jackson realize he was losing his senses when Michael and Fil got out of the cafe and he didn’t notice them.

"Jackson."

Jackson snapped back to reality when Dustin called. Lifting his gaze, he saw Michael and Dustin looking at him curiously.

"Jackson, are you alright?" asked Michael. "You look a little pale."

"Yes... I’m fine." Jackson nodded. "I was just worried about Fil."

Michael sighed. "I know. If I’m already worried, you must be a hundred times more shocked."

Despite this, Michael felt more reassured that Jackson sincerely cared for Fil. He had a good impression of Jackson and to get a glimpse of his vulnerability only showed how much Fil meant for him.

"Anyway, I’ll keep in touch," said Michael and smiled meekly.

"Take care on your way —" Jackson stopped and then cast Dustin a look. "Let my friend help you."

Michael’s brows rose before they knitted. "It’s alright. I can go home on my own."

"Please. I insist."

"Ha ha. Jackson." Michael laughed awkwardly at this sudden politeness. But seeing that determined and sincere look in Jackson’s eyes, he felt like even if Michael refused, he would still send his men to make sure he got home safely.

Who would have thought the legendary Mr. Sisson could be a paranoid one?

Michael let out another awkward chuckle before he sighed. ’Considering what happened to Fil, he’s probably worried about her friend’s safety too. With his status, I’m sure he understood these things to protect himself and everything in his name.’

"Okay," Michael agreed, just to give him peace of mind. He then cast Dustin a look and added, "I’m sorry to bother you."

"You’re not the one bothering me," Dustin offered him a smile and with that being said, Dustin and Michael strode off.

Jackson remained outside the ward and kept his eyes on their figure.

’Dustin, look after this guy for now. Quentin wanted to kill him as well,’ he mindlinked his thoughts to Dustin and heard Dustin’s voice back to him.

’Got it.’

Just as Dustin was walking out of the hallway, he saw two men walk opposite them. He glanced at them and looked away, recognizing them as Jackson’s people. They probably got something to report for them to come in here like this.

*****

Meanwhile, inside the ward, when Jackson left and closed the door, Fil’s eyes slowly cracked open. She stared at the ceiling with a stiff look, her jaw tightening.

"Silence," she whispered before she called in the same tone, "Quentin."

All of a sudden, she caught a person’s figure from her peripheral.

Fil let out a shallow breath before she slowly turned her head to the figure. There, donning a fitted maroon suit was Quentin. He was leaning by the window, eyes on her with a smile.

"Hello there, Latrice," he casually greeted, knowing she already put up a small barrier so no one could hear them. "How sad it is not my wife who woke up."

"Filomena isn’t your wife," Fil slowly sat up on the bed, looking at him with equal bitterness and fury.

Quentin rocked his head. "Right. She’s my master." His lips curled up again until his eyes were squinting. "And as promised, I’ll bring her back."