Chapter 287 Really Scared Her
The familiar scent of Jackson filled her nostrils, and every bit of it was something Lillian craved.
However, she froze there, not daring to move, not daring to lift her hand to remove the large hand covering her eyes.
She was so afraid that if she removed the hand covering her eyes, the person behind her wouldn't be Jackson, but just her illusion.
Or worse, he might turn into a mere shadow and disappear before her eyes.
She feared that everything that had just happened was real, and now being held was just her way of escaping a cruel reality, a fantasy she had created.
Lillian remained motionless, only her tears falling.
Soon, they soaked Jackson's palm.
Jackson felt his heart pounding uncontrollably. He also felt a deep ache in his heart.
Especially knowing that she was pregnant, Jackson became even more anxious and flustered.
Jackson raised his hand, carefully holding Lillian's trembling shoulders, turning her to face him.
He then bent down, gently cupped Lillian's face, wiped away the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, and coaxed her in the gentlest voice, "Lillian, be a good girl. Open your eyes and look at me. I'm here. It's alright."
Lillian kept her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes trembled as her tears fell and wet her pale cheeks, looking pitiful.
She shook her head and said, "I'm scared that it's all fake and just my illusion."
She cried even harder, her tears falling through Jackson's fingers.
Jackson didn't expect that coaxing her like he did when they were kids would not only fail to comfort her but make her cry even more.
He didn't know what went wrong. Lillian refused to open her eyes to look at him as if she had fallen into her world.
Jackson, anxious and at a loss, could only lower his head, kissing Lillian's tear-streaked face, continuing to coax her softly. "Lillian, don't be afraid. When have I ever lied to you?"
Lillian was truly terrified, choking on her sobs. "You're not Jackson. You're lying. He abandoned me a long time ago and hasn't called me in ages."
Lillian was extremely scared, more than she had ever been, her mind in a daze.
When he heard Lillian's words, a complex and pained look flashed in Jackson's eyes. He felt utterly terrible.
He had made her feel this way, so insecure, aggrieved, and heartbroken.
Jackson's embrace became restrained and gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring Lillian in his arms even more.
He softly coaxed in her ear, "No, I haven't abandoned you. I promise I'll be alive and well, and I'll continue to protect you for a lifetime. Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"
Jackson's gentleness made Lillian feel even more like it was an illusion.
She was so timid.
She didn't dare to open her eyes to see if the Jackson in front of her was real, nor did she dare to run into the hospital room to lift the white sheet and see who was underneath.
She felt like she was in a nightmare, everything hazy and unreal.
She didn't know that Jackson holding her face was full of pity and helplessness, even his forehead was sweating from anxiety.
Jackson lifted hiscold gaze, glancing at Terry beside him.
That look was sharper than a knife.
Terry shivered, deeply regretting his actions.
It was his fault. He exaggerated things to make Lillian worry about Jackson and showed her that terrifying video without permission.
He didn't expect that it would really scare Lillian, and coincidentally, the ICU incident caused such a huge misunderstanding.
Terry quickly stepped forward, also trying to persuade. "Mrs. Frane, it's a mistake! The person in the hospital room isn't Mr. Frane. I just found out that he was out of danger this morning and moved to a regular room next door! Mrs. Frane, I'm sorry!"
Jackson frowned in displeasure. He didn't think that after all his efforts to comfort Lillian, a few words from Terry would be effective.
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