Chapter 171 Keeping Secrets from Him
Just as Lillian thought she was about to be cornered by Jackson with no way out, everything in front of her went black.
Jackson threw the shirt he had taken off onto her head, and by the time Lillian pulled it off, he had already gone to the bathroom door, speaking coldly,
"Think about what you need to confess later!"
He went into the bathroom, where the sound of showering could be heard.
Lillian jumped up and rushed to the door, but she couldn't figure out what he had done to it; after struggling for a while, she still couldn't open it.
When he came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, Lillian sat listlessly on the sofa, having given up the struggle.
With damp hair, Jackson walked over.
His bathrobe was loosely tied. After showering, he exuded a sense of danger and aggression all over.
Lillian didn't dare to look much. She lowered her head and moved to the side. Just as she sat down, something hit her leg.
It was a hairdryer.
Lillian turned to look at Jackson, who was lazily leaning back in the armchair, instructing,
"Come over and blow-dry my hair."
Lillian asked, "Don't you know how to do it yourself?"
Sometimes, Jackson was just too lazy.
Although he was willing to spend an hour exercising every day, he always couldn't be bothered to blow-dry his hair after a shower, often just roughly drying it.
In the past, Lillian always worried that he would catch a cold or get a headache from this, so she followed him around with a hairdryer, urging him to dry his hair.
Jackson found it troublesome and was uncooperative, so Lillian would press him down on the sofa.
Sometimes, he fell asleep, and she would kneel at the head of the bed to blow dry his hair, not waking him up but letting him sleep even more deeply.
Unexpected memories made Lillian's emotions complex.
Lillian sat still, and Jackson opened his eyes and looked at her, asking, "You made it wet, aren't you responsible of drying it?"
His words inevitably led to improper thoughts, leaving Lillian speechless for a moment.
Jackson leisurely added, "Or do you prefer taking care of me in bed?"
Lillian fell silent.
Blowing hair was definitely better than sex.
Lillian stood up, plugged in the hairdryer, and moved behind the sofa.
The warm air passed over his hair, and as Lillian reached out to tousle his wet hair, her fingertips suddenly stopped.
It was cold.
He had been washing for quite a while, and he had actually used cold water.
She instinctively frowned.
She wasn't ignorant, and she understood that what he said about doing the last time was obviously just a scare.
He never intended to harm or force her.
Lillian couldn't decide if she felt relaxed or anxious, a sour feeling rising within her.
At this moment, Lillian almost wished Jackson would be a bit more ruthless towards her.
"Have you figured out how to explain?" Suddenly, Jackson, who was lying down, spoke.
Lillian was taken aback. She continued to fiddle with his hair, blowing it with intent. "What do I need to explain?"
Jackson suddenly opened his eyes, and Lillian lowered her head. The two locked eyes, his deep gaze as if pierced by cold water, sharp and penetrating.
Lillian held her breath, avoiding his gaze.
"Are you keeping anything from me?" Jackson's tone was mocking.
Lillian's eyelashes trembled as she asked, "What do you mean?"
She didn't know which matter Jackson was referring to; she had kept so many things from him.
Jackson sneered when he saw her still being stubborn. "Are you really just doing translation for Alice? Was it necessary to give the sleeping pills back to Wendy just for a ruined part-time job?"
Lillian's heart skipped a beat; he had indeed noticed something was amiss.
Lillian realized that Jackson probably knew about her dance audition.
No wonder he was willing to let her slap Wendy a few times; if he knew Wendy had really made a big mistake, ruining someone's future, he would probably not defend Wendy to the end.
Lillian continued to blow dry his hair and said, "You already know everything."
Staring at her, Jackson asked, "When were you planning to leave the country?"
Lillian tightened her grip on the hairdryer, saying, "When I filed for divorce."
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