Chapter 103 You Just Like Excitement
The familiar taste invaded, and Lillian recognized him without seeing clearly.
She frowned, but Jackson reached out, his big hand touching her forehead.
"Are you sick? Your face looks so bad, yet you still come out to eat."
Last night, Lillian was soaked in cold water and had a bad night's sleep with nightmares.
She was pregnant. After deciding to keep the baby, she hadn't put on makeup. Her complexion was indeed poor, although she still looked beautiful.
Lillian raised her hand to push away Jackson's hand and said indifferently, "I'm fine. Mr. Jackson, you are always busy, but also go out eating with others, right?"
As her words fell, Jackson lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
She had to look into Jackson's eyes. The dim light made it hard to see clearly. Jackson lowered his head, his handsome face half in shadow, his dark eyes like thick ink, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Mr. Jackson? I seem to have more and more identities when I'm with you."
Lillian forced a smile. "Don't you like it?"
"Find a nicer term, or don't expect me to let go," Jackson said.
Lillian rolled her eyes and said, "What's a nicer term?"
Jackson lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers. His deep voice was sounding.
He said, "Call me husband."
But Lillian doubted her ears. It had been two years, and he still didn't acknowledge her as his wife.
He wouldn't let her call him brother, nor was he happy with her calling him husband.
Now that she wanted a divorce, he was flaunting his relationship with Wendy, yet he was asking her to call him husband again.
"Jackson, are you kidding me?"
Lillian mocked, and Jackson was extremely dissatisfied with her reaction. He suddenly lifted her face and kissed her with a hot, punishing kiss.
Jackson pondered, 'Since this little mouth only knows how to say things I don't like, I'll just kiss her! '
Lillian thought to herself, 'Jackson, you jerk!'
She wanted to protest angrily, but her voice came out muffled.
He must have been drinking, as the taste of red wine between his lips and teeth came over. Lillian thought about how he was winning and dining with others for Wendy's sake, her eyes turning red with anger, lifting her leg to kick him.
Jackson pressed her harder against the wall. His knee forcefully spread her legs apart, his right leg pressed against her inner thigh, and his hot palm slid down her waistline.
Lillian wanted to bite him, but Jackson let out a contemptuous chuckle in his throat, kissing her even more wantonly.
When Lillian felt like crying, she heard the sound of high heels.
It was Wendy and Jenny coming over!
Lillian thought to herself, no longer struggling, and instead raised her hand to wrap around Jackson's neck.
She was waiting to see Jackson's embarrassment, wondering if Wendy would scratch Jackson's face.
But to her surprise, he didn't panic and pushed her away. Instead, he responded even more passionately to her kiss, and his body reacted instantly.
Lillian felt it, her eyes widening as she heard the footsteps getting closer.
She thought Jackson must have gone crazy. Didn't he hear someone coming?
Or did he not know it was Wendy coming?
It could only be for this reason.
Lillian stiffened, waiting for Wendy's screams of madness. However, the footsteps stopped, then suddenly moved away, in a hurry, as if fleeing.
Lillian fell silent.
As she was full of question marks, her tongue was bitten.
Jackson finally backed away, slightly loosening his grip on her.
Lillian felt weak all over. Her body slid down, almost straddling Jackson's right leg. Her thigh pressed against him. Even though it was separated by two layers of fabric, she felt extremely hot.
Lillian blushed and wanted to stand up, but her legs were weak. She glared at him in embarrassment.
"You!"
Jackson interrupted her, "Don't blame me. You responded too warmly just now."
Lillian had never known he was so good at turning the tables.
She struggled a bit, and Jackson's big hand on her waist warned her with a firm grip.
"Don't move any more!"
He was still calming his physical reaction, and his voice was husky and powerful.
Lillian embarrassedly said, "Please stop talking."
A light laugh escaped from Jackson's mouth, it was incredibly alluring.
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