Chapter 170 Do the Last Time to Avoid Regrets
Lillian suddenly panicked, shaking her head. "I didn't! Did I purposefully appear in front of you? It was Wendy who insisted on provoking me. I came to settle the score with her. I had no idea you were here tonight. I didn't even hint at anything sexual to you. Please don't misunderstand! Let's just say I was impulsive, and I apologize to you!"
Lillian regretted it so much. If she had known his reaction would be so strong, she wouldn't have spanked him.
"Apologize? Then, show some sincerity. You provoked me, and now you want to back out. Isn't it a bit too late?" Jackson said.
He raised his hand, loosened his tie, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and pulled open the collar.
The exposed neck and collarbone, whether due to alcohol or desire, exuded a faint blush, with the Adam's apple rolling.
It was somewhat enticing.
However, such beauty no longer stirred Lillian's heart. Her face was icy cold.
Lillian said, "Jackson, if you want to do something like this, go find Wendy! She's the one who got hit and needs your care and comfort right now!"
'She's pushing me away! She is getting more and more proficient at such things,' Jackson thought.
He felt a chill in his heart, but the heat and restlessness in his body didn't dissipate.
He pressed against her and deliberately made a move, and his face showed a bit of calmness due to the dampness.
Jackson said, "Can you feel it? I'm only interested in you now. Let's do it one last time. We haven't tried other positions and postures yet. Tonight is so long; let's take it slow and try so we won't regret it after divorcing each other."
Lillian couldn't believe that such words came from the abstinent and aloof Jackson.
'Who'll regret it? Who wants to do it one last time with him?' Lillian thought.
She was on the verge of collapse when the elevator rang and stopped.
Lillian felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and she gripped the elevator handrail desperately, resisting fiercely.
Jackson didn't even deign to look at her, bent down, and lifted her up.
Lillian held onto the railing and didn't let go. Jackson simply took a step forward.
How could her strength match his?
Lillian was forcibly carried out of the elevator.
Fortunately, a man approached them.
Lillian immediately shouted for help at the man, "Help! Help me. I'm being kidnapped!"
The man hesitated and walked over, saying, "Sir, it seems like this lady isn't willing to go with you."
Jackson said with a cold and handsome face, "My wife drank too much."
Lillian's face turned crimson, but she hadn't been drinking. It was because Jackson had just bullied her in the elevator.
She shook her head and said, "No! He's lying. I'm really not his wife. Please help me or call the police."
As the man saw her in distress, he bravely stood in front of Jackson, though he was wary of provoking him.
Jackson sneered and let go of Lillian. As soon as Lillian's feet touched the ground, she wanted to run, but Jackson pinched the back of her neck and held her in his arms.
Lillian couldn't escape.
Jackson took out his phone and tapped it before showing it to the man in front of him.
"See clearly?" Jackson asked.
The man glanced at the wedding photo on the phone screen, then looked at the anxious and helpless Lillian with his displeased expression, saying, "You are so drunk that you don't recognize your husband."
The man shook his head, and he sympathetically said to Jackson before leaving, "You better discipline her."
Jackson smirked as he said, "Thanks for the reminder. I was just about to discipline her."
Lillian remained silent.
She had no resistance left and was once again carried forward by Jackson.
She asked unwillingly, "What did you show him?"
She couldn't understand. With their superficial marital and sibling relationships, could Jackson really keep their photo on his phone?
Jackson sneered. "Naturally, it's proof of our legal marriage."
'What proof?' Lillian thought.
In a panic, with her mind still in chaos, Lillian was half-dragged, half-carried by Jackson into the presidential suite at the end of the corridor.
The door slammed shut, and Lillian was forced to step back.
Jackson threw his tie on the ground, then took off his suit jacket.
His shirt had just been splashed with water, and after the wear and tear in the elevator, it was wrinkled at the moment.
Jackson looked down and frowned in disgust.
He took off his belt, pulled out his shirt from his pants, and tore it open in a few moves.
His strong chest muscles and taut abdominal muscles were completely exposed in front of Lillian. Smooth lines and the V-line were faintly visible at the waistband. As he approached step by step, the abs were also subtly visible.
Lillian couldn't breathe properly, and she was forced into the sofa area. Her knees hit the sofa, and she fell back onto it.
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