The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson) novel Chapter 303

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Chapter 303 

Thinking about it, Oneida felt a flutter of excitement. 

She seemed to understand what Jackson wanted. 

He was inviting her to spend his birthday with him. 

At the thought of this, her cheeks warmed at the thought, her hands clenching nervously. 

“Mrs. Bane, now that you know, it’s not too late to start preparing Victor reminded her, noticing her surprised and thoughtful expression. 

“Preparing?” Oneida echoed, a bit lost in thought. 

“Yes.” Victor nodded, his gaze steady. “I believe Mr. Bane would be very happy to receive a thoughtfully prepared gift from you.” 

“You’re right,” Oneida agreed, a slight smile tugging at her lips. 

She needed to prepare a birthday gift for Jackson. 

The three days passed quickly, and soon it was Jackson’s birthday 

Oneida had her gift ready. 

Jackson’s condition had improved. He could now walk around freely. 

Meanwhile, the entire Garrison Mansion had been meticulously decorated. 

Fresh, beautiful flowers adorned the hall, adding a refreshing charm. 

Victor had already ordered a delicate birthday cake from the best bakery in Jeahron. 

Everything seemed perfectly set. 

At that moment, Oneida was in her bedroom, contemplating her gift. 

She had spent two days thinking about it and finally decided on something special. 

She wondered if Jackson would like it. 

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly. 

Just then, there was a knock on her door. 

Assuming it was a servant, Oneida called out, “Come in.” 

The door opened, and the sound of measured footsteps filled the room. 

Sensing something unusual, Oneida turned to look at the door and was surprised to see Jackson standing there. 

He was dressed in a white housecoat set, tall and elegant, looking like a stately tree with his long legs. 

She still wasn’t used to seeing Jackson standing, especially with those long legs. 

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Chapter 303 

At that moment, he stood tall, making her look up to meet his gaze. 

“What are you doing here?” Oneida’s eyes reflected a mix of surprise and joy. 

She hadn’t seen much of Jackson in the past couple of days, except for her daily visits to check his wound. 

Most of her time was spent either at school or preparing his gift 

“Come here,” the tall, handsome man said, his gaze warm and gentle. 

His deep, magnetic voice was like the 

Oneida hesitated. 

of a cello.