Chapter 273 "What are you doing?"
Lillian was not willing to obey Jackson . She immediately grabbed the armrest of the cabin seat and cried out for help. "I won't go! Help! I don't know him!"
She turned her head and realized that the plane was indeed full of people, but it was eerily silent. Everyone was staring at them, but no one dared to step forward.
Behind Jackson stood the captain and the crew, as well as several black-clad bodyguards he had brought along. The captain had opened the cabin door to let him in. Even a fool would know not to provoke such a person.
However, Lillian did not believe it. She believed that no matter the time, there would always be people unafraid of authority.
As she wanted to seek help again, Jackson leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Don't you care about Shirley and Max?"
Lillian didn't expect that Jackson actually used Shirley and Max as threats.
Her heart sank, and she instinctively let go of the armrest.
Jackson completely lifted her up. He seemed to be in a good mood and even nodded to the captain and others, saying, "Thank you for your help."
When Jackson and his men came in, the captain and crew had been responsible for calming the passengers and preventing anyone from taking photos. Jackson quickly carried Lillian towards the cabin door. Seeing that there was no hope of rescue, Lillian stopped struggling and quietly let him take her away.
Jackson looked down. Lillian's long hair fell, and from his angle, he could only see her dark, soft hair, which made her seem particularly obedient. Thinking that she had already carried their child, Jackson's steps gradually slowed, becoming more steady.
He tightened his arms to hold Lillian closer as if she were a precious treasure. His chest swelled with unfamiliar emotions, and the previously restless heart seemed to be filled with something heavy, a sense of satisfaction.
Jackson carried Lillian off the plane, and a stretch Lincoln was already parked not far away. He walked steadily over, and the bodyguard immediately opened the car door.
Lillian, however, was still unwilling. She lifted her head from his arms, looked back at the plane just in front of her, and tugged at his tie, pleading, "Jackson, we have agreed that after the cooling-off period, we would get the divorce certificate. You had no objections to my going abroad. How can you back out?"
Jackson looked down at her. Her face was pale, but her eyes were red. She looked aggrieved as if she were about to cry. He had come to chase her, yet she was not the least bit happy but rather very sad.
"Do you really want to leave me that much?" Jackson sneered, curling his thin lips. He asked, but it seemed he did not want to hear her answer at all. He then said in a deep voice, "Unfortunately, the initiative is not in your hands!"
He bent down, placing Lillian into the car, and followed her in.
The car quickly started moving.
Lillian sat on the long sofa seat, not wanting to be close to Jackson at all. She moved to the side, creating a distance between them. But Jackson immediately followed, his long legs casually spread, his tense thigh pressing against her jeans.
Fortunately, the stretch car had enough space. Lillian moved two more seats away, creating a wider gap between them. She made it very clear that she did not want to deal with him.
Jackson did not move again, but he suddenly reached out, grabbed Lillian's legs, and threw her onto the sofa seat. Before she could react, he flipped her over on the sofa, and the light above her head dimmed as he pressed down on her.
Lillian wanted to struggle, but Jackson's large hand slipped under her clothes, resting on her waist.
"What are you doing?" her voice was trembling as she asked.
The heat from his palm was scorching. Lillian froze, and her eyes widened.
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