The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 141

Chapter 141 Chapter

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However, her expression was riò long bad before.

She breathed steadily as if she did not notice anything

In fact, she still sermed a fire...

There was vague darkness in front of her eyes, but suddenly, there seas an unbelievably comfortable warmth on her lips

It was very soft

She could feel a faint temperature from it too.

It made her unconsciously addicted to it.

The pain in her heart seemed to dissipate slowly, and she became calm.

Then, she completely lost consciousness...

She slept in a daze for a while.

Oneida's eyes opened slowly as the stove-like heat dispersed.

"Are you awake?" The man's cold voice fell beside her ears, mixed with a trace of imperceptible pleasantness.

Oneida was stunned slightly before she returned to her senses after a few seconds.

She blinked her eyes and looked at Jackson in front of the bed. She asked with a confused look, "1... How long did I sleep?"

Jackson did not answer her. Instead, he reached out and put his hand on her forehead.

"Your temperature has dropped," he said indifferently, with his handsome eyes looking slightly relieved. He then explained, "You had a fever just now,"

Oneida thought, "A fever?"

Oneida's eyes darkened.

No wonder she felt like she was in a stove just now.

She looked at Jackson fixedly.

The man with an elegant and handsome face was sitting in a wheelchair. With the faint moonlight tinged on him, his face looked extremely ger Oneida felt a lump in her throat and asked subconsciously, "Jackson, don't tell me you... did you stay here the whole time?"

Jackson replied calmly instead, "Not very long. You have a raging fever. If I don't watch over you, I'm afraid the fever won't reduce......" Oneida stared intently at him.

After a moment of silence, she replied sincerely, "Jackson, thank you..."

This time, it was all thanks to him.

In fact, Jackson was really a good person.

It was a pity that he did not love her.

In the blink of an eye, she glanced at the bedside table and saw a half-eaten medicine on it. She asked casually, "Jackson, medicine?"

After the words were said, a trace of an unnatural look suddenly flashed on Jackson's face.

He pretended to cough lightly as usual and spat out a word, "Yeah."

you give me the

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He turned his face away slightly, and a rare trace of embarrassment flashed through his deep eyes. "I'm relieved that you're awake. Take a good rest." After saying that, he turned his wheelchair and left.

Oneida was also embarrassed to ask him to stay.

She wondered why she felt that Jackson was deliberately avoiding her.

Oneida shook her head and lay on the bed again.

The dream she had just had suddenly reverberated in her mind.

She dreamed of the young man who had saved her life.

She had never dreamed of him before.

He asked Oneida to replace him quickly...

She thought, "Is this an indication of something?"

Oneida's eyes moved. She immediately picked up her phone and called Simon.

"Boss..." Simon's voice was full of sleepiness and fatigue.

After all, it was getting late.

Yet, Oneida said swiftly, "I'm going to Berdon Mountain. Help me to prepare a car."

"Berdon Mountain?" Upon hearing this, the sleepiness within Simon's mind disappeared halfway. He asked in puzzlement, "What are you going there for?"

However, Oneida did not want to explain further. "You just need to prepare the car."

Simon immediately replied, "Okay, Boss. I'll do whatever you order as soon as possible."

Oneida then hung up the phone.

Oneida sat alone on the bed and raised her head slightly, staring at the half-moon outside the window.

In fact, she knew in her mind that even if she went to Berdon Mountain, the chance of replaceing that young man was very low.

Moreover, she had been there many times before and always returned empty-handed in the end.

Yet, this time, maybe it was because of the dream just now that she really wanted to go to Berdon Mountain and Saint Yales Resort again.

"What if..." Oneida thought so.

When it was the weekend, Oneida greeted Jackson beforehand, saying that she wanted to have a gathering with her friends. She then drove to Berdon Mountain alone.

In Garrison Mansion, Jackson called Victor.

"Go get ready. I'm going to Saint Yales Resort." The man stood up from the wheelchair with a cold and darkened face.

"Today?" Victor's eyes widened, and he was slightly stunned.

However, on second thought, Jackson did indeed go to Saint Yales Resort at this time of the year.

It was that Victor forgot about it.

"Mr. Bane, are you still refusing to give up and still thinking about that person until now?" he sighed and exclaimed a little helplessly. Jackson did not reply.

He pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were cold.

In fact, after so many years, he knew there was not much hope of replaceing Cece.

He went to Saint Yales Resort once a year, which was more of a sense of ceremony.

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The reason was that on those days of that year, he met Cece.

Therefore, he always rushed to Saint Yales Resort at this time every year without getting tired of it.

If he could not replace her, it would still be good to have a look at the place.

Jackson put on a clean trench coat, making his figure look particularly tall and slender.

He left Garrison Mansion with Victor through the hidden exit without anyone's notice.

Oneida drove for half a day and finally arrived at Berdon Mountain.

After parking the car at the foot of the mountain, she began

walk up

the mountain.

She had not been here for years.

Everything looked the same, just like how she remembered in her memories.

The lush forest was luxuriant, and the atmosphere was full of hustle and bustle.

The buildings on the mountain were getting more and more prosperous, and there was also an increasing number of crowds.

Before she could take a few steps, her footsteps stopped.

She stopped because there was a wide artificial lake ahead.

The calm deep lake was like a green emerald inlaid in the thick forest.

It was clear, clean, green, and peaceful.

Oneida looked at the lake quietly. Her eyes wavered, and inexplicable emotions rippled in them.

She subconsciously took a few steps forward.

That year, she fell into this lake and almost drowned.

At this moment, a scream came from behind. "Girl, don't do anything foolish!"

Oneida turned around and found an old lady with silver hair shouting at her.

She could not help but twitch her mouth.

She did not expect that she would be misunderstood.

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"I'm just looking at the lake." Oneida smiled slightly and explained in a relaxed tone, "I'm not thinking of doing anything foolish." The old lady pursed her lips and kept staring at Oneida.

Her face was full of wrinkles, and only two seams remained in her eyes, giving Oneida an illusion that the old lady could not see at all..

"Girl, I remember you," Suddenly, the old lady spoke again. She tilted her head, exuding a soft aura. "You are the girl who sold flowers." Oneida was stunned slightly.

Her whole body stiffened.

She did not expect that someone still remembered her when 12 years had passed and that her appearance had also changed so much.

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