Chapter 471 The Second Round
Luckily, no one was actually jealous; they were just messing around. When Ambrose brought out five gifts, everyone rushed to grab them.
"Mr. Kelly, you're so generous. Let Lilian have the flowers; we're happy with the gifts."
They scattered, and Lilian held the bouquet, her face still flushed and sweaty.
"I didn't let you down, did I?" she asked, looking up.
Ambrose smiled with a faint, approving nod. "Perfect. The live broadcast went off without a hitch. The second round of tickets sold out immediately."
Lillian blinked, a playful glint in her eye. "It's all thanks to everyone's hard work. Did I live up to expectations?"
"Surpassed them," Ambrose replied with a grin.
Lillian's smile widened, her eyes twinkling. A strand of hair fell from her updo and brushed against the bouquet she was holding.
Ambrose took a blue handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her. "Wipe off the sweat."
A bead of sweat had collected on Lillian's lashes, obscuring her view. She instinctively reached out for the handkerchief.
As she took it, Ambrose's free hand moved to gently brush the stray hair away from her face.
Just then, Jackson hurried over and saw the two of them standing close, their interaction seemingly intimate.
His expression darkened. He strode over and gripped Lillian's arm, pulling her close. "She's tired. If there's nothing else for the troupe, I'm taking her home."
Without waiting for a response, Jackson bent down and lifted her into his arms, striding towards the car.
Behind them, Ambrose's voice called out, "The second performance is in two days. The troupe has received an invitation from Aetherwell Grand Theatre. We'll be heading there in half a month. Is that alright?"
Lillian's mind raced. The troupe's original schedule had been a month in Miracalia. Clearly, the tour was starting earlier than planned, which made it easier for Lillian to escape.
Holding onto Jackson's shoulder, she leaned out and called back to Ambrose, "I'm fine with it. Don't worry, Mr. Kelly."
She even gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
Jackson's arm abruptly slackened, causing Lillian to gasp and cling tightly to his neck. The bouquet she was holding was crushed and fell to the ground.
As Jackson stuffed her into the car, Lillian's face was a mask of displeasure.
Jackson sat beside her, yanking off his tie and snapping, "When did you get so close to him?"
Lillian smirked, "You should ask Evelyn about that."
Evelyn had been shadowing Lillian lately, reporting every little detail to Jackson. It was supposed to be out of concern, but Lillian felt it was more like surveillance.
Fortunately, Evelyn wasn't exactly skilled at following people, so Lillian doubted she'd noticed anything unusual.
Jackson's face darkened further at her mocking tone. "Is this because I left in the middle of the performance? Star..."
Before he could finish his explanation, Lillian abruptly turned to him. "I don't want to talk about her."
Jackson's expression grew more intense. He suddenly pulled her into an embrace, leaning down to her ear. "You know there's nothing between us and her! How much longer are you going to keep this up?"
Lilian stared at Jackson and suddenly felt like laughing.
She thought, 'I'm about to leave, and he still thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum?
'How much have I loved him before to make him so confident?'
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