Chapter 498 The Forced Confession
Lillian's face turned beet red, and she couldn't meet Ambrose's eyes. Just as she was about to crack a joke, Ambrose's cheerful voice cut in.
"Are you always this blunt?"
"Huh?" Lillian looked up, puzzled.
Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "I didn't mean to scare you, but you sure startled me."
Lillian stayed quiet, her mind racing to catch up.
Ambrose smiled. "Yeah, I like you."
He said it so calmly.
Lillian's discomfort eased a bit. She looked shocked, her hand resting on her pregnant belly, utterly confused.
"But in my situation, it doesn't make sense."
She barely knew Ambrose, having a brief encounter with him years ago. Now, pregnant, she ended up in the hospital with his help.
Lillian's expression turned odd.
She'd heard of men who liked the thrill of pursuing married women. Was Ambrose really that extreme?
Ambrose noticed her changing expression and chuckled, looking a bit helpless.
He ruffled her hair. "Don't give me that look. Liking someone doesn't need a reason; it's not about status. It's beyond our control. I didn't expect this either.
Seeing you again brought back vivid memories of our past encounter; I realize I might have had feelings for you at that time, though I overlooked them."
Meeting her again turned past neglect into a faint regret.
Unconsciously, he was drawn to her, and attention and compassion often marked the beginning of falling for someone.
Lillian stood there, stiff and confused.
Ambrose withdrew his hand, bent down slightly, and smiled.
"Don't feel burdened. My feelings aren't that intense."
He squinted and raised his pinky finger.
"Just this much. I just want to help you and support your ideas, that's all."
Lillian looked at his pinky and felt like laughing.
She met his eyes. They were clear, calm, and straightforward, with a warm smile.
Lillian laughed. "Liking me just a little bit? That's a first."
It was unique.
Ambrose straightened up, eyes playful. "It wasn't even a confession, but I was forced to."
Lillian's face heated up again. "Weren't you leaving? Hurry up. The snow's bad. Don't miss your flight."
Ambrose smiled at her flushed face, turned, and walked out.
Lillian followed, watching his broad back, biting her lip.
She realized Ambrose was a shrewd businessman.
His words eased the awkwardness and left her without an apparent refusal.
It made interacting with him less tense.
But this subtle approach could be more dangerous than a direct one.
Lillian ate breakfast by the window after seeing off Ambrose, while Seren, having cleared the snow, entered and was asked by Lillian, "Has anyone moved into the house on the hill behind us?"
She thought of the snowman; the house had been empty before.
Seren took off her gloves, having noticed it while shoveling snow, and shook her head.
"Someone must have moved in, but I haven't seen anyone. Maybe it's a tourist."
Though the town wasn't a tourist hotspot, it wasn't unusual for people to stay for a while.
Lillian nodded, not thinking much of it.
Seren went upstairs, and the doorbell rang.
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