Chapter 344 Daily Dressing Changes
In the hospital, when Lillian saw Jackson walking with Star, she didn't dare to approach and chose to test the waters.
The result was too disappointing for her.
At this moment, the darkness gave Lillian a surge of courage, and she still wanted to believe him one more time and ask him directly.
However, Jackson didn't respond to her words. He just reached out and pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Let's talk tomorrow. Go to sleep."
Lillian looked at his tightly closed eyes and indifferent attitude, the questions she wanted to ask stuck in her throat.
She thought, 'Probably Jackson has spent his energy on Star outside, so when he comes home, he becomes perfunctory with me. Or perhaps he feels guilty and knows what I want to ask, so he deliberately avoids it. Which one is Jackson now, or maybe both?'
Lillian used to crave Jackson's embrace, but at this moment, when she lay in his arms, listened to his steady heartbeat, and smelt his familiar scent, she felt he was dangerous, making her only want to escape.
She broke free from Jackson's embrace, turned over, and faced away from him.
The next second, Jackson also turned over and lay on his side, away from her.
They turned their backs to each other, sharing the same bed but dreaming different dreams.
Even though Lillian was the one who wanted to break free, at this moment, she felt sad and couldn't hold back her tears.
Lillian didn't fall asleep until very late that night, and the next day, her alarm clock woke her up.
Ambrose was going to introduce her to the dance troupe, so Lillian had to get up early to prepare.
She had been thinking about this, and as soon as the phone rang, she bent her elbow to sit up.
Unexpectedly, her elbow didn't support her on the bed but hit Jackson's firm abdomen instead.
A muffled groan came from behind, and Lillian froze.
"Lilian, are you trying to murder me early in the morning?" Jackson said hoarsely behind her. His breath curled into her ear, tickling her a bit.
Lillian felt a sting in her heart. She wasn't sure which Lilian Jackson was calling.
She shrank her neck, avoiding his breath.
She clearly remembered that they slept back to back last night, with a considerable distance between them.
But now they were tightly pressed together, and she was being held tightly from behind by Jackson.
"Did I hit your wound?" Lillian frowned and asked.
Jackson groaned again but didn't let go of her. His chin rubbed against the top of her head, and he said sleepily, "Stay with me a little longer."
Jackson rarely stayed in bed, but recently, with Lillian causing a fuss about divorce, he hadn't been sleeping well.
Although he kept Lillian, he got injured after that. With many things happening recently, he was very tired.
Last night, he held Lillian, and the faint fragrance on Lillian made him sleep particularly well.
Lillian felt she must be hopeless to hear the affection in Jackson's words and actions.
She bit her lip hard to wake herself up, pried Jackson's arm away, and sat up, saying, "I have something important to do today, so I must get up. You sleep by yourself."
With Lillian gone, Jackson felt the soft bed didn't seem as comfortable anymore.
Jackson opened his eyes, sat up to grab Lillian's wrist, and asked, "Are you just going to leave me injured?"
Lillian was held by him and couldn't get out of bed.
She looked at Jackson and saw a bit of red on the bandage under his slightly open silk pajamas.
Lillian didn't expect she would hit his wound and quickly said, "Lie down. I'll get the medicine."
Lillian ran out after speaking. Curtis had prescribed daily dressing changes for Jackson.
She came back with the medicine box, and Jackson had already taken off his silk pajamas and put on dress pants.
Jackson stood shirtless in the sunlight, unwrapping the bandage around his waist, exuding a wild sensuality.
Lillian averted his gaze, quickly stepped forward, and said, "Just sit down. Let me do it."
Jackson was happy to be served by her and sat down on the bed.
Lillian bent down, unwrapped the bandage around his waist, and carefully examined the wound.
"It's a bit red and oozing, but it's healing well. Some parts are already scabbing. Don't move. I'll disinfect and apply medicine, and it might hurt a bit," Lillian said while treating the wound.
As the iodine was applied, the stimulation made Jackson's abdomen tense and his abs instantly defined.
Lillian wasn't in the mood to admire. Her gaze fell on the faint scars on his waist and chest.
Wendy's words echoed in her ears again.
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