Chapter 354 I Wanted to Join
Ambrose stood in front of Jackson, his tall figure blocking the way out.
Jackson's eyes were cold as he said, "This is a matter between my wife and me. We'll discuss it when we get home. Move aside."
His carried an icy and unapproachable aura, making most people avoid him.
However, Ambrose stood still, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said, "Mr. Frane, since you want to discuss it, why not ask Mrs. Frane's opinion now? Why not give her a chance to speak?"
The two faced off, an invisible confrontation clashing in the air. They hurt without form, yet neither gave an inch.
Lillian took the opportunity to bite Jackson's large hand and pushed him away forcefully.
She panted slightly and said, "I want to join the dance troupe!"
Jackson's handsome face was cold, and he stared at her, suppressed his anger, and advised gently, "You're pregnant. Don't be willful."
He reached out to pull Lillian and continued, "If you want to dance, you can dance at home occasionally. Let's discuss joining the dance troupe when Taylor is born, okay?"
His large hand tried to hold Lillian, but Lillian took a big step back, avoiding him.
She shook her head, her eyes full of determination and coldness. "I can make my decisions. It has nothing to do with you!"
Lillian clenched her fists, but her shoulders trembled slightly.
Openly confronting Jackson and rebuking him did not bring her the imagined pleasure.
On the contrary, she felt a heavy sadness of breaking years of affection, and her face turned pale.
Jackson's eyes were deep and cold. He didn't expect her to defy him publicly, even ignoring the surface respect between husband and wife.
He seemed to be encased in ice, raising his hand towards her. He forced a faint smile, but the smile did not seem sincere.
Jackson coaxed softly, "Lillian, be a good girl. Come over here, and let's go home. We can discuss the matter of the dance troupe later."
This was his concession.
However, Lillian knew Jackson too well and naturally understood that he was already angry.
He had already decided against her joining the dance troupe, and any negotiation was just a means to take her home first.
She bit her tongue, standing still.
Although Jackson was not her biological brother, over the years, it felt like there was a bloodline suppression.
Lillian's legs turned into jelly, and she felt a sense of fear.
Her face turned even paler, and she didn't dare to look at Jackson, turning her head away.
Just as she felt a cold sweat on her forehead and a chill down her spine, Ambrose took a coat draping over her shoulders, warming her back instantly.
Lillian's coat had been taken by Shirley, who ran out and gave it to Nathan. Nathan, who went on stage to give Lillian water and a towel, then handed it to Ambrose.
Ambrose had been holding it on his arm. He pulled the collar of the coat together and said, "Put it on. Don't catch a cold."
Lillian was slightly stunned. She instinctively raised her hand to hold the collar and thanked him. "Thank you."
Ambrose nodded, then turned to face Jackson.
At this moment, Jackson's handsome face was as cold as frost, his eyes filled with icy intent, and he smiled. "Mr. Kelly, when did you become so familiar with Lillian?"
Ambrose was not bothered by Jackson's sharpness. He just raised an eyebrow and smiled, replying, "Lillian and I aren't familiar. To be honest, including today, we've only met three times in total, so there's no need for you to be so tense."
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