Chapter 357 I Knew Everything
Ambrose has a keen eye for people.
Lillian was being held by Jackson as they walked out of the theater, but she pushed him away and headed toward where Shirley had parked.
"Where are you going?" Jackson asked.
He thought Lillian had already compromised, but to his surprise, she suddenly started acting up again.
He frowned and took a big step forward to block Lillian's path.
Lillian took a step back, looking up at him with a calm and distant expression, which made Jackson extremely uncomfortable.
It was as if she were looking at a stranger.
In the past, she would never look at him like that.
Jackson's body stiffened slightly, and his expression turned cold.
"I'm not going back with you, and I won't listen to you to give up the opportunity with the dance troupe. I've already come out with you and saved your dignity in front of others. Mr. Frane, can you put away your domineering attitude and let me go?" Lillian said, feeling very frustrated.
She was about to leave and took out her phone to call the missing Shirley.
But the next second, her wrist was grabbed by Jackson, who pulled her with a slight force.
Lillian crashed into his arms, held by his arm around her waist, and the familiar woody scent of Jackson filled her nostrils.
Whether it was Lillian being too sensitive or a psychological reason, she seemed to smell a faint trace of women's perfume.
Lillian immediately frowned, turned her head away in disgust, and began to struggle forcefully. "Let go of me!"
"Lillian, why exactly are you throwing a tantrum?" Jackson was infuriated. He restrained her body and lifted his hand to pinch Lillian's chin, forcing her to look up at him and not allowing her to escape.
Lillian's eyes welled up with tears. She glared at him, but her heart was full of exhaustion.
"Me? Jackson, the one who's been causing trouble is you!" Lillian shouted.
She thought, 'He has promised to live a good life with me, but then turned around and got entangled with Star. He doesn't care about my emotional needs and interferes with my career under the guise of being my husband. Even when I went abroad, he forcibly brought me back and used his injury to make me soften and compromise. I really don't know if Jackson still cares about me at all.'
Thinking about all this, Lillian welled up with tears, which blurred her vision.
She suddenly lowered her head, not wanting him to see.
However, Jackson still saw it. He was panicked and loosened his grip on her slightly.
Jackson lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, and explained, "I'm just worried about your health. The dance theater requires rehearsals, performances, and tours. Your belly is going to get bigger soon. How can I not worry? Is Taylor not more important than dancing?"
As he spoke, he gently kissed her forehead, trying to coax her tenderly.
But Lillian felt he was being insincere and pushed him away forcefully. "Stop pretending. I know everything."
She acted coldly without emotion or warmth, her reaction completely beyond Jackson's expectations.
Jackson frowned deeply and asked, "What do you know?"
He had previously thought Lillian was throwing a tantrum because of a conflict with Daisy in the morning, venting it on him.
But clearly, there was something else he didn't know.
Seeing him still hiding the truth, looking clueless, Lillian sneered. "I opened that wooden box in your old room and saw everything inside! I know about Star's existence! You care so much about the Price family and Wendy's child, not just because of Henry, but because of Star, right?"
Lillian finished her accusation, staring intently at Jackson.
She wanted to see how he continued to lie and what expression appeared on his face.
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