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Jackson furrows his brows at the female’s words before taking a seat across from her. He runs a hand through his hair with pursed lips, unable to reply. What exactly were you supposed to reply to someone who tells you that you didn’t give a damn about them? He stares at the other with a rather challenging stare–questioning how she had arrived to her conclusion–before he parts his lips to let out a small sigh. “How could you say that, noona? Do you really think I’m that kind of person? You know I care about you deeply.”