Chapter 261 Making You Cry Beneath Me
Lillian immediately yanked her hand away from Jackson's heated grasp. Before she was about to struggle, Jackson rolled off her. He sat at the edge of the bed, removing his shirt. Sunlight poured over his back, and his spine moved flexibly with each motion, exuding an intense sensuality.
Lillian instinctively lifted her foot and intended to kick him off the bed again. But Jackson seemed to have eyes on his back. As soon as her foot lifted, his cold voice rang out, "If you dare kick me again, I'll make you cry beneath me!"
His voice was hoarse, the final word weighted with a suppressed desire.
Lillian was frightened and reluctantly lowered her foot.
Jackson sat there, adjusted his breathing, and did nothing more.
Gradually, Lillian's heartbeat steadied. She lay there, unconsciously staring at Jackson's back.
He appeared slender when clothed, but once undressed, his muscular, well-defined body was revealed, the lines of his muscles aesthetically pleasing. His shoulders and back were powerfully built, exuding strength. A thin layer of muscle covered his spine, tapering sharply at the waist. Even the vertebrae at the nape of his neck were delicately outlined. His skin was pale and smooth, with a sheen. A few old scars on his back and right side did not detract from his allure but added a sense of story and wild charm.
Lillian had never scrutinized his body so closely before. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but he had never given her the chance. During their rare moments of intimacy, he dressed faster than a girl, sometimes even covering her eyes.
She had noticed these scars before in hurry, and there were also two on his chest and abdomen. She had asked him about them, but he told her not to ask.
Now, her attention was drawn to the scars again. Though they had faded, they were still frightening, hinting at the severity of the injuries when they were fresh. Before he went abroad, he had no such scars. Even abroad, as the heir to the Frane family, he was well-protected and cared for. Lillian couldn't imagine who could hurt him.
Why did he have so many scars, as if he had been fleeing for his life abroad? Lillian couldn't understand, and Jackson wouldn't tell her. As they grew older, there were many secrets they couldn't share. Jackson no longer wanted to let her into his inner world.
"Lillian, if you keep staring, I'll take it as an invitation," Jackson suddenly turned back as he said. His intense gaze met Lillian's sneaky glance.
Lillian's face flushed with heat, and she quickly stood up, climbing off the bed from the other side. She retorted, "Who invited you? You're stripping down like this to me on purpose."
Jackson laughed and asked, "How else am I supposed to apply the ointment? Go get the burn ointment."
"Alright," Lillian replied.
Lillian remembered that Jackson's chest was burned, and she was there to help him treat it. She found the burn ointment but didn't approach Jackson.
She tossed it onto the bed and said, "It's on your chest. You can apply it yourself. I'm going to check on Grandma Lyra."
Like a rabbit fleeing from a wolf, she didn't dare get close to the dangerous Jackson. After smearing the ointment, she darted to the door, opened it, and ran out.
The door slammed shut. Jackson sat there, looked at the ointment beside him, and laughed out.
When Lillian returned to Lyra's room, Lyra was leaning against the headboard, seemingly asleep. Lillian walked over quietly, about to pull the quilt up from Lyra's waist, when she opened her eyes and asked, "Lillian, are you really leaving tomorrow? Can't you stay?"
It turned out Lyra hadn't been asleep, waiting for her all along.
Lillian sat by the bed and held Lyra's outstretched hand. Her eyes filled with guilt as she said, "Grandma, I've made up my mind."
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