How My Ex Became My Next

Gilda’s hair was typically black and straight, well–cured and held like sutin in her hand.

Jackson was extremely patient to dry her hair bit by bit. The fragrance of her hair floated in his nose, which made people

feel at ease.

Gilda sighed. “Jackson, except for my brother, no other man has ever blown my hair.”

There was a lot of noise. Jackson deliberately teased her, “Didn’t Jensen do it?”

“After a few years of marriage, he hid from me like the plague and wanted him to blow dry his hair. It’s daydreaming.”

Gilda sneered and thought it was weird. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Jackson pulled her hair and thought about it.

Jensen’s past and present are too disjointed.

Gilda was not a woman without charisma. He would always be moved, but Jensen had to endure it and pursued her after divorce, which was inconsistent with reality.

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Unless something hindered him so that he couldn’t take the initiative with Gilda.

He suddenly didn’t speak. Gilda turned around, her hair curled into the dryer, and she cried out in pain.

Jackson hurriedly turned off the hairdryer, fixed her hair, and rubbed it. “Does it hurt?”

He suddenly approached, full of concern.

Gilda was hit in an instant. She forgot the pain and asked, “What were you thinking about?”

He frowned.

She misunderstood, “Do you still mind me and Jensen? Do you mind me? Divorced?”

For women, the second marriage was indeed a difficult hurdle to overcome. Even powerful people like Gilda would be worried in front of the person she loved.

Jackson pinched her face helplessly and said, “I’m just kidding. I never mind.”

“Even a man will mind if you lie.”

She entered a dead end. Jackson smiled, “Even if you have a family now and want to cheat on me, I’m willing to do it

“A mistress?” Gilda’s eyes glow.

He smiled and said, “Yeah. Do it for love.”

She lay on his lap laughing, her eyes narrowed.

After a long time, she looked up at Jackson’s gentle face and suddenly said, “I am sure that I have completely forgotten about Jensen. It was just an impulse when I was young. Do you believe me?”

She was willing to show her feelings. To Jackson’s surprise, he lifted her chin and suddenly bent down without warning and kissed her.

Gilda took it passively without avoiding it at all.

This time, Jackson was very strong and proactive. He almost robbed her of all breath and wanted to hold her in his arms.

The man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s soft moan gradually filled the whole room. Jackson was hot all over, so he picked her up and put her on the big bed.

He was condescending, but he didn’t continue to kiss her. Instead, he rubbed her red lips and said, “Not now.”

Gilda frowned and held his waist with her legs. “Why not?”

Jackson tried his best to restrain himself and helped her tidy up the messy bath towel. “It’s too fast. I won’t be responsible for

you.

Gilda clenched his clothes tightly and said, “Jensen and I have never…

He was stunned and frowned.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“You loathe me. Irene responded.

“Where are you talking about?” Jackson chuckled, sat aside, and lit a cigarette to relieve the pain. “Gilly, you don’t have to tell me about your past. That is your freedom.”

Gilda also sat up with her hair down, “Even a man would mind.”

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