Chapter 1946

The girl who'd been arguing just moments ago had already disappeared no one had a clue where she'd gone.

...

In Fiona's room, she lounged with her head in Jackson's lap while he fed her

grape after grape, each one bright, crisp, and sweet.

"So you're really planning to get on stage tomorrow?" Jackson asked.

Fiona nodded, her mouth too full to answer clearly. Winning first place wasn't her only goal for tomorrow-she had another mission, too.

She needed to get to the bottom of why so many contestants were suddenly getting sick, and it was about time the organizers quit pretending nothing was wrong. They couldn't just keep sweeping it under the rug.

"Tomorrow's the last round," Jackson said. "If Woods Corporation isn't going for the win, International Glam definitely is." Fiona shot him a sly smile. "Although, I have to say, the girls you brought this time aren't exactly easy to beat."

Jackson could hear the teasing in her voice, but he didn't get worked up. Instead, he helped Fiona sit up and grinned. "Let them give it their best shot. If they want a place on the podium, they'll have to fight for it. None of them can touch you."

"At least you know your limits," Fiona laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

Jackson gave her a playful look, scooped her up, and carried her to bed, switching off the lights behind them.

The next morning, as Jackson was sneaking out of Fiona's room, he nearly crashed into Jane, who was out for her early run.

He hadn't meant to oversleep, but here he was.

Jane instantly stepped in front of him, arms crossed, eyes blazing.

"Mr. Woods, your room isn't even on this floor, is it?" she said, looking him up and down.

"I just came to check on her," Jackson replied.

"Check on her? Please," Jane shot back, barely containing her ange The way Jackson had dumped Fiona out of nowhere still made her furious-how dare he show up here after breaking her heart?

Without warning, Jane swung at him.

Jackson dodged just in time—any slower and he would've taken a punch right to the face.

"Mr. Woods, Lused to respect you, but I never thought you'd stoop this low. You broke up with Fiona, so what are you doing here? Especially first thing in the morning. If anyone sees you, what do you think will happen to her reputation?"

Jane blocked his path, her glare icy cold.

If Jackson didn't explain himself, she'd hold him here until Fiona woke up. Then

Fiona could see for herself what kind of guy Jackson really was.

What was he thinking, showing up here like this? Did he have a death wish?

Just then, Fiona's sleepy voice called from behind them.

“Jane.” Fiona rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep, and looked at the two of

doing? Jackson, why haven't you left

them, confused. "What are you of

yet? It's already morning."

If he didn't leave soon, someone else would see him. So much for keeping their breakup a secret.

Jane stared at her in disbelief. "...What?"

"Fiona, are you half-awake or just totally out of it? That's Jackson. You two broke up ages ago, and he still dares to show up at your door. Aren't you even a little mad?"

A cool breeze swept past, and Fiona finally started to wake up, the fog clearing from her mind.