Chapter 195 She Only Relied on Him

Lillian released the doorknob and turned around to take out her phone from her pocket.

"I'll call Lyra."

She was about to dial the number when Jackson directly pinched and took the phone away.

Lillian looked up, meeting his deep eyes, his thin lips slightly pressed.

"Can't stand being with me anymore?" he asked.

Lillian busily shook her head, smiling. "I didn't mean it."

Jackson could tell she was lying at a glance. He furrowed his brows, suppressed the frustration in his heart, and said gently, "Call her later. Even if you call now, Lyra won't open the door for us."

Lillian thought about it and nodded.

Silence filled the air once again.

Jackson was still in a loose bathrobe. Lillian didn't know where to look, so she remained an indifferent look.

"You should drink the hot chocolate first," she said.

However, Jackson stood in front of her without moving. Lillian raised her head in confusion, but a shadow fell over her eyes.

It was Jackson's fingers brushing against her eyes. Lillian instinctively closed her eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Jackson asked, gently touching the red corner of her eye.

She had just lost control of her emotions and shed tears, and her eyelids were swollen.

His fingers brought a tingling sensation. Lillian's eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned her head slightly to avoid Jackson's touch, opened her eyes, and smiled at him with raised eyebrows.

"It doesn't hurt."

But that wasn't true.

Jackson's hand, which had fallen by his side, curled slightly, and his thumb and forefinger subconsciously rubbed as if still feeling the soft wetness of her eyelids.

Jackson remembered how Lillian looked when she first arrived at the Frane family, strong yet silent.

She was like an injured animal, always vigilant, full of defenses against the world, refusing to cry or show her sorrow even when hurt.

She relied solely on him, crying in his arms at night, confiding her grievances to him.

However, Jackson wasn't actually a gentle and patient older brother to her. He was often annoyed by her.

At that time, he would pat Lillian's head, and sometimes he would scold her seriously.

Back then, he said, "You're too weak. Don't you know how to fight back when you're wronged? You've made me embarrassed. If you act like this again, don't come to me again. I don't have a sister as weak as you."

Jackson was harsh at that time, but Lillian would just foolishly smile with red eyes.

Her obedience caused him to suppress his anger. He wanted to protect her for a lifetime and keep her hidden from others.

However, obedient girls like Lillian had grown up and became more thoughtful, unwilling to confide in him anymore.

Gradually, she had learned to hide herself in front of him, and there was no more truth between them. Now, she was even reluctant to show her vulnerability to him easily.

He didn't know how to comfort her now or what to do with her.

Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Jackson gently touched Lillian's head and said, "Go take a shower and change your clothes. You're all wet."

Lillian looked down at herself. Jackson had just held her in the bathroom, and she indeed got a little wet.

She didn't want to face him, so she nodded and said, "Okay. Remember to drink the hot chocolate. I'll go take a shower."

Lillian found some clean clothes and went into the bathroom. The smell left by Jackson's shower was still lingering, and the floor was still wet.

She hesitated for a moment before starting to take a shower.

After changing into dry clothes and coming out of the bathroom, she didn't see Jackson in the room.

There was an empty bowl on the table, indicating that he had drunk the hot chocolate.

Lillian walked to the door to open it.

Strangely, the door was still locked from the outside. Obviously, Lyra hadn't let Jackson out.

What was going on?

As Lillian pondered, there was a noise coming from the window.

She dried her hair and walked towards the window.

Just as she reached the window, it suddenly opened, and a tall and swift figure propped up the windowsill from outside and leaped in.
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