Chapter 496 A Wall Away
Ambrose's room was right next to Lillian's.
They chatted a bit more before heading to their rooms.
Just as Lillian was about to enter her room, she heard Ambrose behind her.
"Aren't you curious about his situation?"
Since going abroad, Lillian had only called Ambrose once and hadn't contacted anyone else.
Ambrose had just mentioned Shirley. Lillian knew Jackson hadn't harmed Shirley, and Shirley had successfully performed in Celestial Warriors.
She also knew Lyra and Jeffrey were doing well, and Max's treatment was ongoing.
But Lillian hadn't asked about Jackson, not even once.
Even though Ambrose didn't say his name, Lillian knew precisely who he meant.
She turned around slowly, meeting Ambrose's gaze, and smiled.
"He's irrelevant now. I don't want to know. Good night."
She waved at Ambrose. He looked at her calm smile, his eyes deepening slightly.
True release and letting go were as natural as breathing, leaving no trace.
Avoidance often meant more profound remembrance.
But he didn't call her out. He just raised an eyebrow, nodded, and smiled warmly, "Good night. Sweet dreams."
"You too."
Lillian smiled, opened her door, and went in.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
She didn't want to care about Jackson anymore, whether he was still looking for her or had moved on.
That name had become a deep wound in her heart.
If she didn't mention it, it wouldn't hurt.
A strange sensation came from her abdomen as Taylor turned over and kicked her again.
Lillian came back to her senses, looked down, and gently stroked her belly.
"Naughty, it's time to sleep. Are you messing with me again? Be good tonight!"
At five months, her baby was moving a lot.
But recently, Taylor kept kicking in the middle of the night, waking Lillian up several times, like playing a prank.
Lillian didn't realize she was just a wall away from the person she wanted to avoid.
Jackson stood alone in the icy snow, looking at the light in her room, frost forming on his eyelashes.
It wasn't until all the lights in the villa had been off for a long time that he moved, easing the numbness in his body. He turned over and entered, moving very lightly.
In the quiet night.
The window was quietly pushed open, and Jackson's tall figure silently entered from behind the curtain.
On the bed, Lillian lay on her side, sleeping peacefully.
Jackson didn't know how long he stood there until the coldness on his body melted. He then slowly approached.
Jackson knelt on one knee by the bed, holding his breath as he gazed at Lillian's blurred face.
He didn't know if it was the melting frost on his eyelashes or something else, but his eyes gradually became hot and blurry.
On the bed, Lillian suddenly frowned, let out a soft hum, and moved uneasily.
Jackson froze, his expression flustered. He wanted to hide, but then he heard Lillian softly say, "Jackson..."
She was calling him.
In her dream, Lillian was calling him!
She still thought of him; he was still in her dreams!
Jackson's eyes lit up suddenly, his heart pounding as he couldn't help but want to embrace her.
However, the next second, he froze.
Because he heard her next murmur.
She mumbled, "Go away. Don't touch me. I hate you."
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