Chapter 112 "No One Else Will Ever Touch My Stuff!"
Jackson stiffly raised his head, and realized that Lillian's face was already pale.
She tightly closed her eyes and turned her head. Her eyelashes were wet with tears, and tears silently streamed down, full of despair and panic.
The desire in Jackson's body instantly faded.
He let go of her. His face was livid, and emotions were unreadable in his eyes.
The weight pressing on Lillian lightened, and she lay motionless on the ground.
After a while, she stabilized her breathing and emotions, opened her eyes, and saw that Jackson's figure was no longer in the dressing room.
On her bare skin, the lingering warmth he left behind seemed to still linger.
Lillian wiped away her tears, quickly sat up, put on her pants, and unsteadily went downstairs.
She picked up the two bottles of wine on the small living room table to leave, but Jackson's voice echoed on the spiral staircase.
"What are you taking?"
Lillian froze. She thought he had already left, why was he still there?
She turned to look, and Jackson had changed into another suit, a three-piece iron-gray suit that he wore with exceptional style.
Standing on the stairs, he was clear and restrained, cold and aloof, as if what had just happened in the dressing room was her absurd dream.
Lillian pursed her lips before saying, "I'm here to get the wine."
"Why are you taking this?"
"Kevin wants to drink. I'm leaving first."
Lillian was about to leave after retracting her gaze, but before she could take two steps, Jackson came down the stairs and caught up with long strides, tightly grabbing Lillian's arm.
"What are you doing?"
Lillian was annoyed, but Jackson's handsome face was even colder.
"You don't have the right to take anything at all. Put them down!"
Lillian frowned in anger and said, "I don't want anything else. These two bottles of wine are not worth much, and I brewed them. They are mine, so what's wrong with me taking them?"
His expression and his gaze made her feel like a shameless thief.
Jackson sneered coldly. "Aren't the grapes for making the wine from the Frane family? And these two bottles are also from the Frane family, right?"
Lillian looked at the two glass wine bottles in her hand, which were not antiques.
"You don't even drink this wine," Lilian said helplessly.
"Who says I don't drink it?! Even if I don't drink it, it's still mine! No one else will ever touch my stuff!"
Lillian fell silent.
She couldn't be bothered with Jackson and took a step to leave, but Jackson didn't let go and went to grab the wine bottles directly.
Lillian struggled in anger, accidentally dropping one bottle of wine on the ground, making a cracking sound as the wine splattered everywhere.
"Are you hurt?"
Lillian was pushed away by Jackson, who frowned and looked at her leg.
Lillian placed the other bottle of wine heavily on the table. "There you go, satisfied!"
With that, she pushed him away and left in a huff.
Jackson stood there, looking at the mess on the floor, and his handsome face was cold.
As Lillian came out of the Peace Mansion and just got into the car, Jeffrey's call came in.
"Lillian, Anna brought me to the amusement park to play, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't find her. There are so many people."
Jeffrey sounded helpless, which made Lillian anxious and she quickly asked.
"Which amusement park? Stay there, don't go anywhere. I'll be there soon. Got it?"
After confirming, she immediately instructed the driver to change direction.
When she got out of the car, it was already dark, and the lights of the amusement park were on. Sure enough, Lillian saw Jeffrey squatting alone in the corner on the east side of the main gate.
A man with gray-dyed hair, ear studs, wearing a black mask, who looked like a trafficker, was bending down to feed Jeffrey cotton candy.
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