Chapter 501 Anxiety
She wasn't looking forward to seeing him again and didn't want him to bother her.
This realization hit Jackson hard, like a weight on his chest.
He couldn't bear to look at Lillian, merely nodding swiftly and replying in a hoarse voice, "Thanks for telling me, but even if she can take care of herself, I still want to be there for her and the baby."
Lillian looked down and got back to work.
His eyes stung a bit. These contact lenses were really uncomfortable.
Lillian noticed his sadness and assumed it was due to his separation from his wife. She admired men who cared for their wives and offered help, so she smiled and said, "Regular calls and gifts show you care, even when you're apart. She'll notice."
Jackson looked up at her and suddenly asked, "Is your husband with you? Or does he call you often to show he cares?"
Lillian was surprised, her smile fading.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not prying. Just wondering, if your husband isn't with you, what kind of gifts would he send?"
Jackson stared at her, but this time, Lillian didn't meet his gaze. She was clearly upset, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "He's dead."
Those three words felt like knives to Jackson's chest, spreading pain.
So, in her mind, was Jackson as good as dead? Or did she wish he were dead so he wouldn't bother her again?
His face went pale, and he heard himself say in a tight voice, "I'm very sorry."
Lillian shook her head, "It's okay, but I can't help you with that."
She nodded politely, turned, and went into the room.
Jackson watched her leave, his throat dry and tight.
Until Seren walked over, "What's the problem?"
Jackson quickly looked away, sped up his work, and said calmly, "Two parts are broken. I'll replace them right away."
He quickly fixed it and lit the fireplace.
Lillian didn't come out again, and when Jackson left, his steps were heavy.
For the next two days, he didn't show up, and Lillian's life went on as usual.
Jackson watched her from a distance, knowing her routine: yoga by the window in the morning, feeding stray cats and walking by the lake in the afternoon, playing with the town's kids, telling stories in the evening, and stargazing at night.
Compared to his anxiety, she seemed at peace, fully living in the moment.
"Mr. Frane, we've been here for three days. Are you going to keep hiding from Mrs. Frane? Terry called again today. You need to take her back."
Harry approached Jackson in the darkness and expressed his frustration over Jackson's recent behavior.
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