Chapter 242 Because of Love
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and eat. Your stomach is growling again." Jackson saw Lillian staring at the bowl of pasta as if flowers were blooming inside, so he tapped her lightly.
Only then did Lillian pick up her fork. With her eyes downcast, she took a bite of the pasta, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"It is truly delicious." Lillian's nose felt sour, and she started eating heartily.
'It's no wonder I fell in love with him,' she thought.
Once, Jackson was really good to Lillian, treating her like the most precious treasure in his palm.
However, his feelings for her were just those of his siblings.
She thought that she was too greedy to want more, wanting a lifetime together.
Even in these four years, apart from not loving her and neglecting her, he had never done anything excessive to her, not even owed her materially.
He just didn't love her.
However, his marriage to her was not voluntary. He had no obligation to love her.
It was her unrequited love tormenting her heart.
Compared to that, the attacks and hurts from the outside world and others hurt her more, and she endured them all.
But with him, she had indeed been a bit spoiled. She couldn't bear even the slightest grievance, and it would be magnified infinitely.
"Stop eating," Jackson suddenly held Lillian's hand and said.
Lillian struggled. "No. It's delicious, and I'm not full yet. Let me go!"
She wrested her hand from Jackson's grip and tried to pick up a strand of pasta to put in her mouth, but she suddenly found it hard to swallow.
It was delicious, and she really wanted to eat.
What was wrong with her?
"You're crying while eating. If you don't want to, I won't be angry!"
Jackson sternly took the fork from Lillian's hand, pinched her chin with one hand, and wiped her cheek heavily with the other.
Only then did Lillian realize that she was crying and choking up.
She felt embarrassed. Wasn't it just a bowl of noodles?
Lillian uncomfortably turned her head, not wanting Jackson to see her disheveled appearance.
But Jackson wouldn't let go. He leaned in, his thin lips getting closer and closer as if to kiss away Lillian's tears.
A familiar warmth brushed against her, and Lillian looked at the handsome face so close, a mix of sorrow and panic in her eyes.
She pushed him away abruptly, knocking over the chair as she stood up and said, "I'm done. Thank you, and good night."
She turned around, forcefully wiped her face, and ran into the room, closing the door behind her.
Jackson sat there, his gaze fixed on the closed door. His fingertips were still moist, and his eyes were deep.
Late at night, Jackson lay on the sofa.
The sofa was too short for him, with his lower legs hanging off the edge.
He picked up his phone and opened the chat group.
Jackson: [Why did a woman cry while eating pasta?]
Gray quickly replied: [Maybe the pasta was too bad.]
Jackson: [She said it was good.]
Gray: [Then maybe the person who made the noodles is just annoying.]
Jackson felt irritated and tossed his phone aside. But just as he closed his eyes, the phone lit up again.
Jackson glanced at it, and Mike had joined the conversation.
Mike: [It could also be because of love.]
Jackson tightened his grip on the phone, and Mike privately messaged him: [Did Lilian cry while eating the pasta you made? I suspect that you're showing off your love late at night.]
Jackson's gaze shifted from the phone as if he were trying to see through the bedroom door, and there was a faint glimmer in his eyes.
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