Chapter 445
"Mrs. Frane, check out these dishes and see if you like them. If not, let me know what you'd prefer," Evelyn said.
Lillian said to Evelyn as Jackson sat at the dining table, "The food looks great, but seeing someone here kills my appetite. I'll eat in my room."
As she turned to leave, the screech of a chair on the floor echoed. Jackson was already walking toward her.
Lillian's heart sank. She tried to run, but Jackson grabbed her and lifted her up.
She kicked and struggled, but Jackson's strength overpowered her.
He forced her into a chair and brought a bowl of fish soup to her front, holding a spoonful to her lips.
Lillian kept her mouth shut, but Jackson didn't budge, holding the spoon there as if he had all the time in the world.
Frustrated, Lillian knocked the bowl away. It shattered on the floor, and Jackson's face turned icy.
"Lillian! Defy me, and you won't go out tonight!" he yelled.
Lillian choked back a sob, took a deep breath, and mocked, "Looking at you makes me want to throw up."
Jackson's face grew colder. He brought the soup back to her lips. "Then throw up. I'll keep feeding you. I have plenty of time today."
His voice was gentle, but his eyes were stormy.
Lillian clenched her hands. She hadn't eaten all day.
After a moment, she opened her mouth. If Jackson wanted to serve her, she'd treat him like a servant.
She drank the soup and even told Jackson to peel shrimp for her. When he placed a plate of peeled shrimp in front of her, she pushed it onto his suit pants.
"Oops, it's dirty now. Sorry," she said unapologetically.
Jackson saw through her. She wanted to make him angry, but he didn't react. He stood up and said, "Eat more. I'm going to shower, then we'll go out."
He ruffled her hair and left. Lillian felt bored.
"Mrs. Frane, Mr. Frane's body..." Evelyn started, but Lillian cut her off, "I don't care about him! Evelyn, go tidy up the villa and the bedroom."
Evelyn, hired by Jackson, naturally spoke in his favor. Lillian didn't want to hear it.
When you loved someone, you hung on every word about them. When you didn't, it just annoyed you.
Today was supposed to be their wedding night, and the villa was still decorated.
Evelyn met Lillian's cold gaze, sighed, and left without another word.
Afterward, Jackson drove them to the hospital.
Lillian sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, refusing to talk.
In the silence, they sat close but felt miles apart.
Jackson tugged at his tie and said, "I had the diary analyzed. It's not all fake; most of it was written by you. Someone professionally restored and altered parts of it. When the servant found it, it was already buried and water-damaged, so the restoration marks were hidden."
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