Chapter 499 Encounter
She put down the cup, got up, and opened the door.
Thinking it was Senno, she smiled, but a tall man stood there instead.
He wore a black leather jacket, cargo pants tucked into boots, a hat, scarf, and gloves, holding a tool bag.
He even had protective goggles on, showing just a bit of his chin and mouth, with a beard covering most of his face.
But he seemed oddly familiar.
Lillian was so startled that she let go of the door handle and stepped back.
Then, he spoke in the local dialect.
"I'm here for the fireplace maintenance."
His voice was rough, not familiar.
Lillian blinked, snapping back to reality.
Her palms were sweaty, and her heart raced.
She looked him over again, still finding his height and build familiar.
He had a slight hunch, his beard obscuring most of his face, with oil stains on his leather jacket and mud-splattered boots.
But Jackson always stood straight, was a clean freak, and had a different vibe.
This couldn't be him!
"Yes, please come in. The fireplace is over there, it's been smoking a bit, sorry for the trouble."
Lillian stepped aside, smiling politely.
In the morning, Seren told her she had called for fireplace maintenance.
But Lillian didn't expect them to come so quickly; the service was efficient.
The man walked past her, raised his hand, and bit the edge of his leather glove to pull it off.
The action was rough, revealing a slightly dark hand. He didn't have the familiar woody scent, just the coldness of frost and snow.
Lillian felt ridiculous.
What was wrong with her lately? Seeing Jackson in everyone and even mistaking such a different person?
"The road conditions are bad today, thank you for coming. I'll get you a cup of hot water."
"Thank you."
The man walked towards the fireplace with his toolbox, not looking at Lillian.
At this moment, Seren came downstairs, glanced at the man, and found nothing unusual. She walked over to Lillian and said, "I'll do it."
Lillian waved her off. "It's okay, I need to move around more."
Seren then tidied up the dining table and went into the bedroom.
By the fireplace.
The man took off his goggles and bent down to open the toolbox, but his gaze was fixed on the woman pouring water by the coffee table.
A greedy, burning gaze.
Last night, she was under the covers, her figure hidden.
Now she stood before him, wearing a long white cashmere sweater, her limbs still slender, but her prominent pregnant belly was noticeable.
It made his heart race, worrying her frail body couldn't bear it.
But her face seemed fuller, her chest more ample.
Her cheeks were rosy, her eyebrows relaxed, her bright eyes clear, and her expression serene.
Crafts adorned the table and sofa, with potted plants by the window, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere.
She was taking good care of herself and Taylor.
This comforted him but also made him feel sad and defeated.
He realized she seemed to no longer rely on or need him, making Jackson feel no warmth in the room.
It felt colder than the icy world outside, enveloping him instantly.
When Lillian turned to look at him, he stood there stiffly, forgetting to avert his gaze.
For a moment, their eyes met.
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