Chapter 495 Regret
She waved with a smile. "You're the host, so it's no problem."
She stood up. "I'll help Seren clean up."
As she moved, Ambrose grabbed her arm. "Let Seren handle it. You need to take care of the baby."
Seren quickly said she could do it and opened the door to the room across from Lillian's.
Lillian sat back down, eyeing the nutritional supplements and desserts on the table. She looked at Ambrose. "This is your second gift to me. I haven't even thanked you for the flowers last time. I feel embarrassed."
She recalled the bouquet Jackson destroyed in Ambrose's presence, feeling a hint of guilt.
But Ambrose said, "Last time wasn't the first."
"What?" Lillian was surprised.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "The first thing I gave you was an ointment. Remember?"
Years ago, Ambrose went to the dance academy to scout talent.
As the car entered the school, the driver almost hit a child who ran out suddenly.
A slender figure rushed over and pulled the child away just in time.
When he got out, both the girl and the child were on the ground.
The child was fine and ran off quickly.
But the girl twisted her ankle, so Ambrose offered to take her to the infirmary. However, she declined and walked away limping.
He didn't expect to see her again soon at the dance troupe auditions.
Her foot was injured, but she danced with more passion and brilliance than anyone else.
He had the driver purchase ointment for her and decided to hire her thereafter.
But he feared giving the ointment directly might lead to misunderstandings among the other auditionees, so he asked a passing student to deliver it to her.
Now, Ambrose looked at Lillian with a bit of regret.
If he had given her the ointment personally, maybe they would have known each other earlier.
"Ointment." Lillian vaguely remembered.
She looked at Ambrose in surprise. "So it was your car that almost hit someone that day!"
Although they had met twice that day, she hadn't recognized him before, indicating her first impression wasn't strong.
But she still remembered, which Ambrose found gratifying. He nodded with a slight smile.
"You danced with an injury that day, and I knew you loved dancing and had a resilient character. You're the kind of girl I admire."
He said he admired her, but his eyes seemed warmer.
Lillian's eyelashes fluttered, her shoulders stiffened slightly, and she avoided his gaze as she stood up.
"I'll go check on Seren."
She quickly slipped away. Ambrose watched her flustered retreat with a slight smile.
He didn't push further. Instead, he stood up, put on his gloves, and left the villa.
He walked to the flower stand, found an unused pot, and transferred the broken flower into it before carrying both pots back inside.
Just a wall away, Jackson stood almost buried in the heavy snow, looking like a snowman.
Seeing Ambrose coming and going as if he owned the place, Jackson clenched his fist and punched a tree, causing snow to fall all over him.
The ice and snow slipped down his collar, chilling him to the bone and breaking his heart.
But he couldn't move. For the first time, he realized that love could make a person afraid to get close, turning them into a coward.
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