Billionaire Defiant Wife

Chapter 586: He Cooked

Jackson used to stay in Gabrielle's apartment, and then he lived in the club. Gabrielle heard from Hill that Jackson's only fixed residence was here in addition to his family's house.

Gabrielle looked out of the window and found that it's an ancient European castle in the suburb.

There was a lake beside the castle. The gray-white building had a dark blue spire, whose walls were covered with Boston ivy. The whole castle was gloomy against the tall woods and Gothic black iron gate.

The rooms in the castle had a beautiful and exquisite Baroque design. Luxurious and delicate decoration also showed Jackson's personality.

Jackson left the bedroom and went into the kitchen.

There were several kitchens in the castle, including a large kitchen for the chef, a kitchen for the servants, and a small kitchen in Gabrielle's room.

Jackson thought it's noisy and laid off the servants and cooks.

After taking a bath, Gabrielle came to the door of the kitchen and watched Jackson stand in front of the stove. The man was tall, and he was well suited to cooking.

Without wearing an apron, he took off his suit coat and wore a white shirt and black suit trousers.

His trousers were wet when he hugged her in, and he didn't have time to change them yet.

The wet trousers wrapped his strong leg muscles, setting out the shape of his legs.

He was so sexy when he was cooking.

"Jackson, so you can cook." When Jackson had been in her apartment, he had said that he couldn't cook. Gabrielle leaned against the door. She was so hungry that she could hardly stand.

She went to the table, sat down, and looked at his back, with one hand holding her chin.

"I said I couldn't cook?" The dinner he cooked for her was out of the pot, and he put it on a plate in front of her.

Gabrielle smelled it, "Wow, you made me spaghetti?"

Jackson hit her on the head with a fork and handed it to her, "That's right."

Jackson turned to wash the pot. Gabrielle took the spoon and tasted the soup he made for her first to warm her stomach.

There were mushrooms, green vegetables, and meat in the spaghetti, which tasted delicious.

The spaghetti was soft. Putting the boiled spaghetti into cold water could maintain its taste.

Gabrielle ate a whole plate of spaghetti and finished the soup.

She was full and burped.

Jackson took Gabrielle's plate and stood in front of the sink to wash the dishes.

Gabrielle sat in her chair, supported her chin, and looked at him. His fingers were stained with oil and detergent, and water washed away the foam between his fingers.

His fingers were long and sexy, and she swallowed her saliva again.

Jackson knew Gabrielle was looking at him. It was really strange. This was the first time he cooked for someone. When Gabrielle said she was hungry and didn't have the strength to sign the contract, he wanted to cook for her.

He just wanted her to sign the contract. It seemed that everything was taken for granted.

He put the dishes in the cupboard, turned around, and prepared to let her sign the contract, but he saw that Gabrielle fell asleep on the table.

She fell asleep when she was full.

***

After getting out of the car, Avery covered her chest. She didn't know why her heart jumped so quickly.

It's not the tension being chased by the bodyguards. The man in the car gave her a familiar and strange sense of pressure.

This kind of pressure made her uneasy, and she did not know exactly why it was like this. Was he a little bit like Evan?

But his figure was much thinner than that of Evan.

And his face and his voice were totally alien to her.

Avery went to a boot shop called Cavallo. The servant had said her boots had been custom-made from here, and that the nail had been embedded already in front of the custom.

She had to check out whether the person who had set her up was Erin.

A well-trained clerk came up to her and treated her warmly.

Avery went straight to the cashier's desk, "I'd like to check who picked up the boots numbered 218 two days ago?"

The clerk, dressed in a white horse-riding suit, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, our information about our clients is confidential."

Avery also expected that they would not tell her, so she took out the nail, "Is this nail an accessory from your shop?"

The clerk took the nail and looked at it carefully, "Yes, this is from our shop, but it should be a horseshoe nailed to the hoof of a horse."

Avery looked at the nail on which there was a sign of Cavallo. There was a shadow behind them blocking the light. The clerk wanted to come over and look at it carefully. Suddenly, there was a bang.

Then there came the crisp sound of glass.

A clerk fell to the ground behind Avery.

The screams sounded. The clerks squatted down and hid behind the cashier's desk.

Avery reacted quickly, squatted down, and also hid behind the cashier's desk.

At this time, Avery squatted on the ground and sweated. If it were not the clerk who blocked her, Avery would be shot.

She looked at the glass window beside the door, which was shot by the bullet and had a small hole. It should be shot down from the high place, and it should be a sniper gun.

If she were right, the sniper gun should be aimed at her, but it happened to be blocked by the clerk.

The clerk next to Avery shook her body and called the police. When the policeman said something on the phone, the clerk began to cry.

Maybe she was scared by the sound of gunfire.

Avery heard her sobbing voice, "The police officer said there was a terrorist attack nearby, and the police will be here as soon as possible."

With that, the clerk sat on the ground decadently, holding her head. Her face was extremely pale.

Avery's mind was messy, and she listened to the movements outside.

She was not much calmer than the clerk. She knew that gun battles often happened in many places, but it's the first time for her to experience it in person.

"Do terrorist attacks often happen here?" Avery was trying to distract the clerk.

The clerk was like a puppet and shook her head, "The terrorists are opposed to the summit in Country B."

Avery thought the terrorist attack was against her.

After all, the sniper gun was really aimed in her direction.

"Welcome."

The welcome of the sensor came from the door, and there was a hasty sound of footsteps.