Chapter 175 How Men Treat Women Who Show Up at Midnight
The villa was pitch black, without a glimmer of light.
If Lillian hadn't seen Jackson's car enter the Peace Mansion with her own eyes, she would have thought that no one lived in this house.
She thought Jackson might have gone straight to rest in his room, so she quietly made her way upstairs without turning on the lights.
However, as soon as she stepped on the stairs, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded. "Where are you going?"
"Ah!" Lillian, startled, clutched the handrail and cautiously looked over to see a dark figure on the sofa.
It was Jackson.
She calmed herself and furrowed her brows, asking, "What are you doing lying there in the middle of the night? You didn't even turn on the lights. It scared me!"
He clearly knew she had come in, yet he remained silent until now, deliberately trying to startle her.
Lillian walked over and turned on the floor lamp in the sofa area.
The dim light illuminated Jackson, who was leaning back on the sofa. His eyes slightly opened, cold and devoid of sleepiness.
He said, "This is my home. I can stay wherever I want. If I don't want to turn on the lights, I won't. You barged into my home in the middle of the night and then complained."
The mention of "my home" from Jackson's mouth pricked Lillian slightly, not physically painful but uncomfortable nonetheless.
She apologized, "I'm sorry for intruding without permission, I..."
Jackson's expression turned colder, and he cut her off, "Since you know, then leave!"
Lillian froze in place, gripping her phone tightly, feeling a slight numbness in her palm from the edge of the phone.
She stood there motionless. "Are you feeling unwell? Is it because of drinking? Shall I make you some noodles? Or do you have a headache? I'll massage your head."
She placed her phone and bag aside, reaching out.
She remembered that Jackson often got headaches from drinking.
She was here to ask him for a favor. Even if his attitude was poor, she had to endure it. Shirley was more important than her dignity.
However, before her hand could touch his forehead, Jackson raised his hand to stop her.
His gaze was deep and cold as he said, "I don't need someone to serve me. Spare me your pretenses!"
Lillian fell silent. She quietly withdrew her hand, no longer attempting to soften the situation, and got straight to the point. "Shirley was arrested by Gray tonight and not allowed bail. Can you..."
"No! Get out," Jackson interrupted Lillian, closing his eyes with an icy expression of impatience.
Lillian's breathing quickened as she asked, "Can't you help me? Shirley is in trouble because of me."
Jackson suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze chilling. "Lillian, it was your choice not to become my wife, and you decided to settle the five million and cut ties with the Frane family, never to see me again. Why should I trouble myself for someone of no value who caused problems for my friend?"
Lillian's face paled. She knew it wouldn't be easy before coming in, but she still felt a pang of pain as facing his coldness at this moment. Jackson stood up to leave when he saw her eyes welling up.
Lillian grabbed his wrist subconsciously, but Jackson shook her off, causing her to fall back onto the sofa.
As he was about to step away, she trembled and said, "Do you want to have sex one last time? I can..."
Jackson paused, turning back to look down at Lillian.
With the dim light enveloping him, Lillian couldn't see his face clearly, only feeling his gaze piercing through her like ice picks.
However, she had no other choice. She remembered how strong Jackson's physical reaction was at the hotel, even after taking a long cold shower.
Apart from this, she had nothing else to offer.
She unbuttoned her shirt tremblingly, took it off, and unzipped her pants.
She hesitated, feeling flustered as her pants dropped to the floor. His silence and indifferent attitude made her feel even more embarrassed.
"Go on, take it off." Jackson's voice was as cold as ice.
Lillian couldn't proceed. She hugged herself, her pale face turning hot with embarrassment.
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