Chapter 282 Imprisoned
She turned her head to look at him and asked, "Jackson, aren't you going to eat?"
It seemed Jackson had been taking care of her the whole time and hadn't touched his food.
"I had breakfast earlier. Watching you eat is enough for me," Jackson replied.
Lillian fell silent.
She felt a lot of pressure eating under his gaze.
"If you keep doing that, I'll get indigestion. What exactly are you doing?" Lillian asked. She put down her fork, turned to face Jackson, and simply stopped eating.
Jackson felt hurt. He wanted to accompany her for the meal, but she was getting indigestion because of him.
He pressed his thin lips together, nodded, and stood up, saying, "I'll wait for you in the living room. You should eat a bit more."
He then walked towards the living room. Lillian bit her lip, feeling that Jackson's back looked somewhat lonely.
She felt a pang of guilt, thinking she might have been too harsh as if she had hurt him.
Lillian raised her hand to pat her head and continued eating.
When she finished and left the dining room, Jackson was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at his phone.
With a large swath of sunlight enveloping him and the metallic watch face reflecting a cold gleam, he exuded an air of nobility, laziness, and aloofness.
It seemed the Jackson, who had just been meticulously taking care of her during the meal, had disappeared.
But this demeanor was more normal and made Lillian feel more at ease.
She walked over, sat down on the sofa, and extended her hand towards Jackson, asking, "Where's my phone?"
Her phone had been confiscated by Jackson the day before. She had searched for it in her room while washing up but couldn't find it.
She had promised Shirley to contact her as soon as the plane landed, but she hadn't done so. She thought Shirley must be worried.
Jackson, however, raised his hand and directly grasped Lillian's hand, saying, "I'll keep your phone for now. When you come to your senses, I'll naturally give it back to you."
Lillian was stunned as she asked, "What do you mean? Come to my senses about what?"
"About what you should tell me, and also, realizing that leaving me is not a wise decision," Jackson replied as his voice was low and calm, even carrying a hint of gentleness.
But the authoritarian tone in his words made Lillian's heart skip a beat.
It was only then that she realized Jackson was stopping her not out of impulse or anger over her escape but to humiliate her ultimately.
He had truly regretted it!
He regretted the divorce, which shattered all her plans.
She had barely managed to escape through a window, only for him to shut it tight with a simple slap.
Lillian was furious. She forcefully pulled her hand back, picked up a cushion beside her, and threw it at Jackson. She shouted, "You're the one who needs to come to your senses, Jackson. You're too much!"
Jackson caught the cushion without even a furrow of his brow.
"No, you will come to your senses. Think it over at home. I have a business engagement at noon and can't have lunch with you. I'll be back to accompany you for dinner." As he spoke, he stood up, leaned over, and kissed her forehead before Lillian could react. Then, he turned and left with large strides.
Lillian's chest heaved, and she couldn't help but jump up and chase after him.
But as soon as she reached the door, two maids appeared and blocked her way.
"Move aside," Lillian instructed.
"Mrs. Frane, where do you want to go?" the maids asked respectfully but didn't budge an inch.
Lillian stared at them and asked, "Doesn't Jackson allow me to go out?"
"Mr. Frane said you need more rest. If you want to take a walk, we can accompany you to the garden. If you want to go out, Mr. Frane will take you when he returns," the maids replied.
This meant her activities were restricted to the Peace Mansion.
Lillian laughed, thinking, 'Jackson is actually restricting her freedom! What does he mean by this? Until I agree to cancel the divorce and give up the idea of leaving, is he planning to keep me imprisoned?'
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