Chapter 128 "Jackson, I Hate You"
As Lillian thought about being carried out by Jackson last night and thrown barefoot on the street, and his staff, Harry, hurt Shirley, she couldn't bear it for another day.
Moreover, in two days, she was going to meet Alice, so she had to quickly finalize the divorce and prepare to go abroad.
If she delayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to hide her pregnancy.
She leaned over, handed the divorce agreement to Jackson, and then opened the storage compartment to find a pen.
However, Jackson grabbed her wrist and pulled it forcefully.
Lillian fell into his arms, and the seatbelt tightened around her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Five million dollars is not a small amount. Are you planning to sell yourself? I don't want to be cuckolded before the divorce is even finalized!" he said.
Lillian looked up with a pale face and glared at him with bloodshot eyes. In his eyes, was she worthless, only deserving to sell her body?
"Jackson, you jerk!" she roared, her voice trembling.
Jackson pinched her chin, squinting dangerously, with a mocking smile on his lips. "Are you planning to see your self-righteous senior? Or that Nathan? Or Kevin? Or are you not going to let any of the three go?"
"Shut up!" Lillian couldn't bear it anymore. She raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist.
Unable to slap him, she struggled to scratch him.
Tears fell from her eyes.
Was it because of that night four years ago that he had decided she was the type of woman who slept around with men?
Lillian fiercely scratched Jackson's neck twice, leaving obvious red marks that then oozed blood, causing a stinging pain.
Jackson frowned and unfastened the seatbelt buckle on the passenger side.
He pinched Lillian's waist and directly lifted her.
Lillian was forced to spread her legs, sitting on Jackson's lap, and her hands were pinned back by him, with her back against the steering wheel.
In the cramped driver's seat, both of them were breathing heavily due to the commotion.
"Lillian, how dare you hit me?"
Jackson's eyes flashed with hostility. While Lillian's chest kept rising and falling, rubbing against his cold chest.
She felt embarrassed and angry, turning her head away from him.
She never thought she would one day lay a hand on Jackson.
He didn't know he was her faith and her whole world.
She would rather be covered in bruises than see him even slightly harmed, but now the reason she hit him was his force.
With a stubborn face and red eyes, she said, "Jackson, I hate you!"
Before Lillian could finish her sentence, Jackson forcefully turned her face away, silencing her red lips and the unfinished words.
His kiss was fierce as if punishing her for her earlier words. Instead of tenderness and affection, It was filled with raw possessiveness.
Lillian's lips and tongue immediately felt sore and numb.
She bit his jaw hard, causing Jackson to pull back.
Just as Lillian took a breath, he supported the back of her head and attacked her lips again.
Despite several attempts, Lillian was exhausted and couldn't bite him.
Instead, she was left with misty eyes, red at the corners, swollen lips, and even her hair in disarray, as if she had been ruthlessly ravaged by Jackson in the car.
Jackson leaned against the seat, his shirt also disheveled, but his cold gaze and composed demeanor contrasted sharply with Lillian's state.
Feeling wronged and humiliated, Lillian trembled lightly in annoyance.
At that moment, someone knocked on the car window from outside.
Lillian stiffened and did not dare to move, subconsciously pushing her messy hair over her face.
"Jackson, are you inside?" Without waiting for a response, the person outside the car window pulled the door handle and asked.
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