Without hesitation, Jackson pushed Selene, who was on top of him.
He fixed up his shirt, and although his c**k was still bulging through his trunks, Jackson had already ignored that fact.
The most important thing he must do right now is save Irene. If not, then his promise of protecting her would be in vain.
It would only be a repetition of what happened before—back when he was an elite soldier.
“Of all people, why would it need to be my son? Why did you kill him? You should have just died instead of him!”
Those words echoed in Jackson's mind, the same as that event, like a broken CD playing on repeat.
“Hey!” Selene exclaimed as she held Jackson’s arm, snapping him from his thoughts.
She also stood up, matching Jackson’s intimidating gaze.
Although she could still feel the dampness
