Noelle didn’t move. She cried, blood running from her forehead.
“This is what happens when you provoke Elizabeth,” he said coldly, pulling me out of the office.
Once outside, Jackson let me go. He turned away and lit a cigarette. “Elizabeth, go back first. I have to work overtime at the hospital later.”
I could only manage a single sound, “Mm.”
That night, Jackson held me tightly, then muttered in his sleep, “Noelle…”
I tensed and pulled away, staring at the man who was still as handsome as ever after ten years.
I remembered him protecting me when I was bullied, breaking thirty-three ribs for me and risking his life to save me in the snowy mountains.
I remembered him skipping his international conference and flying halfway across the world to bring me brown sugar water when I had a stomachache.
Jackson was still kind in my memory, but he didn’t realize he no longer loved me. I stayed awake all night, then messaged the dean of Arcanum Sanctum Research Academy: [Director Bentley, I accept your invitation and will join the “Sky Dome Project” team in a month.]