The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 141: Don’t overanalyze it

Chapter 141: Don’t overanalyze it

"Big bro, that is so cool," Elijah awed on the phone. "I’ve never ridden a helicopter before. That’s an amazing experience."

"Don’t forget to brag about it to your classmates." Jackson chuckled, holding the phone in front of his ear. "You got home already?"

"Yes. Just arrived." Elijah grinned, glancing at his parents idling with him in the living area. "They said to tell you thanks for everything. They had fun."

"Tell him to come by whenever he feels like it," Irene added, raising her voice so Jackson could hear her from the phone. "I’ll make him his favorite apple pie."

"Did you hear that?" Elijah grinned. "You should come more often and bring my sister with you."

"At this point, Fil sounds like she’s the one marrying into our family," Simon chuckled, earning a mild slap on his shoulder. "What, honey? We usually ask Fil to invite her friends home, but now, it’s the other way around."

The irony.

"Anyway, are you home now?" Elijah refocused his attention on the phone. "Or are you still traveling?"

Jackson, who was on the other end of the line, stood in front of Fil’s apartment. A subtle smile appeared on his face as his eyes softened.

"Yes," he said quietly. "I’m home. You should rest for now."

"Mhm. You too! Thanks again for the treat!"

"Mhm." Jackson hummed, listening to Elijah, Irene, and Simon’s words of gratitude before ending the call a minute later. Putting his phone inside his pocket, Jackson took out his key.

He was only gone for the weekend but he was curious how Fil was doing. She probably had a busy weekend. When Jackson pushed the door open, his smile disappeared and was replaced with a knit of his brows. His eyes fell on the short entryway where Fil was lying down.

"I was expecting that you had a productive weekend," he mused, closing the door behind him. "But not as productive as you crashing in the entryway before you reach the bed — or the couch, at least."

Jackson sat down on the slightly elevated floor and took off his shoes. Once he finished, he looked back, only to see Fil still lying down. A faint sigh slipped past his lips, approaching her, and squatting down beside her. He moved his head until his face was hovering over hers.

"Why are you here?" he asked, watching her eyes slowly meet his. "Tired?"

Fil blinked ever so slowly. "Marcus was in here earlier today," she whispered, her expression still the same. "Not just outside, but I invited him in."

"Oh?" his brows rose, sniffing a little. "That explains the faint scent of crap in here. Thought you forgot to take out the trash."

"I had a theory to confirm, so I invited him."

"I see."

She blinked again, her eyes swirled with wonder. "You’re not angry?"

"Did you fall in love with him?" he returned, making her brows furrow. "Do you love him?"

Fil didn’t answer, not because she didn’t know the answer. It was because she found his question strange. She expected him to ask if she slept with Marcus or went intimate with him. Not this question that shouldn’t be in the line of question in the first place.

"No, Jack," she replied after a moment of silence. "I did not fall in love with him, nor I would ever do. Unless you’re asking if I want him to burn, then sure. I would love to."

He chuckled. "Just checking. People sometimes change hearts overnight. Come here. There are other comfortable places to rest and rethink your ways." Jackson extended his arms to her, carrying her in his arms to the living area. Meanwhile, Fil lazily wrapped her arms around his neck.

Once he reached the couch with Fil on his lap, he turned to her and smiled. "Missed you."

"It didn’t seem like you did," she pouted. "Did you have fun, though?"

"Mhm. Your parents told me to invite you when I visit again."

"What?" her pout turned to a deep frown. "Shouldn’t they say that to me, instead?"

He shrugged. "I guess they trust their long-lost son more now."

"Goodness. It only took them one trip to forget I’m their child, not you." A deep sigh escaped her before she lifted her eyes to him again.

She pressed her lips together, moving closer as she locked her arms around him. Fil adjusted her head on his shoulder, her forehead touching the side of his neck.

"Thank you for taking them out," she whispered. "I bet they truly had fun."

"They liked the helicopter ride home."

Fil looked up at him again, only to see his smile. "Goodness."

"The travel time if they went via car is four times longer. Letting them ride a chopper is much faster, so they can rest sooner."

"How do I thank you now?" she murmured, lowering her head back on his shoulder. "Now I owe you more."

Jackson chuckled, stroking her back gently. "So, how was the weekend? Aside from the successful music video and the negativity Marcus brought in here? Something else happened?"

"Vincent got into an accident."

"Did he die?" he knitted his brows. "Is that why you were sulking in the entryway?"

"No."

"Sucks."

Fil chuckled helplessly. "I hate him and I want him to suffer, but I never wished for him or anyone to die."

"The accident was true — I confirmed it. But he was barely scratched." Fil pulled her head back to look at his face. "I was in the entryway because I was waiting for you."

"Oh?"

"I was bored the whole weekend. I should’ve come with you, but if I did, I wouldn’t be able to clear up the misunderstanding I had with the chairman." Fil slowly smiled in relief. "I’m going to attend Vincent’s grandfather’s birthday celebration."

"He personally invited me," she added.

"Vincent’s grandfather... you mean that person your grandfather calls his best friend?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I also told him I broke up with Vincent."

"And he still invited you?"

"Mhm. He invited me as his guest, not as his grandson’s fiancee." Her lips stretched into an appreciative smile. "He felt embarrassed. So, he said he wanted to make it up by introducing me to people. It’s nice of him to want to help me become someone whom his grandson would regret hurting and someone who wouldn’t need Vincent."

"Oh..." Jackson rocked his head. "That’s weird."

"Hmm?" her brows rose. "What’s strange about him wanting to help me? He’s not the affectionate type and also, he values his friendship with my grandfather."

"It sounds to me like he favors you more than his own grandson and that’s strange to me." He shrugged. "At the end of the day, your ex is his family, not you. People say blood is thicker than water. And time had proved that no matter how one hates his or her own kin, they had a soft spot for them."

"You don’t know him," she pouted. "Don’t overanalyze it."

"If you say so." He shrugged, pulling her closer to him. "Dinner?"

"Yes. I’m hungry."

Fil and Jackson quietly agreed to drop the subject as they happily worked in the kitchen to catch up over dinner. Even so, his last remarks lingered at the back of her mind.

Did Felix truly favor Fil more than his own grandson, Vincent? Or did Jackson simply overanalyzed it? Either way, Fil decided not to think about it and take it as it was the chairman’s way of showing his sincerity.

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