Chapter 260 Almost Driven to Tears
Lillian cast another glance at Jackson's dark head, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "Fine. I'll help you up."
She bent down to assist Jackson towards the large bed. As they reached the bedside, Jackson lowered his head, a slight curve forming on his thin lips.
He pretended to lie down, and thought that Jeffrey knew quite a lot.
Suddenly, Lillian let go of him, then lifted her foot and delivered a heavy kick to his firm backside.
Jackson's tall and heavy body was actually kicked directly onto the bed by her.
"Lillian!" Jackson shouted in a steady voice. He was momentarily stunned. This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a thing.
Lillian used to be quite afraid of Jackson. To her, he held the authority of a father and brother and the cherished regard of a loved one.
She had tried everything to please him, always wanting to see him smile, fearing even the slightest frown from him.
But now she was ready to give up, no longer in love, and without any more illusions. She was no longer afraid of him.
Lillian crossed her arms as her chin slightly raised, saying, "You shouted so loudly. Aren't you weak anymore? I never knew you enjoyed seeking torment so much!"
She laughed and turned to leave.
However, her waist was suddenly gripped by a powerful force. In the next second, Lillian felt everything spin around, and then she found herself lying beneath him.
She struggled with both hands and feet, but Jackson, like a fierce lion, grasped her wrists with one hand and pulled them above her head.
His strong knees pinned Lillian's legs tightly, and with his other hand, he tore off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
His entire being exuded an air of dominance, his thin lips curling coldly as he spoke to her, "How can a man be weak in bed? I never knew you liked me giving orders in bed."
He deliberately twisted her words, causing Lillian's face to flush. She began to feel a bit scared, and her voice trembled as she said, "What are you doing?"
"A man and a woman, husband and wife, in bed, what do you think?" As Jackson spoke, he had already unbuttoned his shirt completely. He lifted his lower body slightly, pulling the shirt out from his waistband.
The shirt fell open, revealing his full chest and abdominal muscles. His skin was pale, but at this moment, the skin on his chest was slightly reddened by a hot coffee scald, making it somewhat enticing.
Lillian's breath caught the unique cool scent of Jackson, along with a clean, masculine aroma, a mysterious and deep hormonal scent.
Her chest heaved with a mix of panic, tension, shame, and frustration. She bit her lip as her tears welled up in her eyes.
She cursed, "Jackson, you bastard! We've registered for divorce! You're already the father of Wendy's child. Why are you still entangling with me? I'm telling you, if you dare touch me again today, I'll..."
She paused at the critical moment as she found it too difficult to say something harsh for her, who had always behaved so well.
Jackson looked at her flushed face, unable to hold back a chuckle. He asked, "What do you think you can do to me? I advise you to do nothing, or I fear you'll become the first woman to suffocate herself."
She felt greatly insulted, which spurred her thoughts.
Her eyes brightened, and she blurted out, "I'll castrate you while you sleep!"
Jackson raised an eyebrow, half-smiling, and asked, "You know about castration? Do you know where it's done? Can you do it?"
Lillian sneered. "Of course, I know. With one cut, it will be done! I guarantee it will be accurate, and you won't suffer too much."
As she spoke, Lillian glanced sharply at that part of Jackson, trying to provoke a reaction from his legs.
However, instead of tensing up, Jackson showed a noticeable erection, his suit pants barely able to conceal it.
Lillian quickly averted her eyes, her gaze drifting.
Jackson grabbed her hand and pressed it down to a certain place, chuckling deeply. "Silly girl. It's cut here."
Lillian's wrist was forcefully held by him, her palm feeling the weight, and her face instantly blushed, almost driven to tears.
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