The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 298

Chapter 298

Hearing the doctor's reassurance, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least Jackson was no longer in immediate danger.

"Can we go in and see him?" Lionel asked, still tense, his gaze drifting towards the room.

The others also seemed eager to check on Jackson's condition.

The doctor shook his head, refusing. "It's best not to. Wait until he wakes up."

At the moment, inside the room, Victor stood by the door while Oneida crouched by the bed, her eyes fixed on Jackson's pale and weak face.

Her eyes were filled with deep, complex emotions, her expression somewhat dazed.

She was lost in thought, reflecting on Jackson's actions over the past few days.

She wasn't a fool. She could sense everything.

Jackson's words to her, the things he did for her, and just now, how he unhesitatingly took a bullet for her, all pointed to one thing, that he liked her.

If he was simply fulfilling his duty as a husband, everything he did seemed too much.

The warmth in his eyes, his actions, they weren't fake.

Even during their outing to Rainbowia Park, she had felt something.

Now, she was even more certain of it.

Oneida clenched her fingers, her gaze steady.

She had made up her mind. As soon as Jackson woke up, she would ask him directly about his feelings.

Just then, the man on the bed seemed to twitch his eyelids.

Oneida noticed immediately, her eyes widening in surprise and joy.

The man's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and finally, Jackson slowly opened his eyes.

He woke up much quicker than last time.

The first thing he saw was Oneida's relieved and happy face.

"You're awake?" Oneida exhaled softly, her face lighting up with a gentle smile.

Her eyes sparkled, reflecting his image.

Jackson felt a slight daze.

Instinctively, he reached out and touched Oneida's left cheek.

Oneida hadn't expected this sudden move and froze, her expression momentarily stunned.

The man's fingertips were cool and soft.

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Chapter 298

"I made you worry," Jackson said softly, his deep, dark eyes gazing at her.

His voice carried a warmth that was intoxicating.

Oneida's breath caught in her throat, unsure of what to say.

Victor, watching from the side, felt awkward.

He realized he was the third wheel and decided to quietly slip out of the room, leaving Oneida and Jackson alone.

Now, only Oneida and Jackson were left in the room.

Oneida's cheek remained in Jackson's palm as they silently stared at each other, their locked.

Oneida, almost involuntarily, reached out and placed her hand over Jackson's.

"Jackson," she whispered.

"Hmm?" Jackson responded softly, his eyes focused on her.

"You-" Oneida's gaze was complicated as she looked at him.

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Clenching her fingers slightly, she finally mustered the courage to ask, "Jackson, do you like me?"

"Like in a romantic kind of way," she added. "Not out of duty, or mere admiration."

Jackson's eyes flickered upon hearing this.

He pressed his lips together, momentarily silent.