Chapter 511 Fever
Lillian grabbed the pillow next to her and chucked it at Jackson, her eyes icy.
"I tore up that diary. I wish I never wrote it. Can you stop bringing it up?"
Jackson looked at her angry face, but his eyes were deep.
"But Lillian, we still watched the aurora together. It was beautiful."
Lillian felt helpless, some hidden emotion surfacing.
She quickly looked away, avoiding Jackson.
He tried to chat, but Lillian barely responded, not interested.
On their return flight, Jackson appeared to catch the hint and didn't sit next to her.
Lillian felt relieved, but halfway through, Harry woke her up.
"Mrs. Frane, please check on Mr. Frane. He's got a high fever and is delirious."
Lillian, still groggy, took a moment to wake up.
"He's got a fever?"
"Yeah, he had it before boarding. His wound wasn't treated in time, and he hasn't rested well since you left. He's exhausted and his resistance is low."
Seeing Lillian still sitting, Harry urged, "Mrs. Frane, won't you go see him? Even if you're divorced, he's still the baby's father. Think about Mrs. Lyra Frane. If something happens to him, she won't handle it well."
Lillian gripped the armrest tighter.
She stared at Harry, "He's got a fever. Give him some medicine. Don't you have a doctor on board? The crew should handle this better than I can."
Harry sighed, "Mr. Frane's always been healthy, so there's no medical staff on this private jet. We have emergency meds, but he's already taken fever reducers, and they haven't worked. He keeps calling your name. Fever's also tied to emotions. We still have seven or eight hours to go. If it gets worse, it could be serious. Please, just go see him."
Lillian finally agreed. She got up and followed Harry to the rear cabin, which was set up as a bed area.
Jackson lay there, his brows furrowed, his face flushed.
Lillian walked over, bent down, and touched his forehead.
The heat startled her, causing her to frown and pull back her hand, only to be tightly grabbed by Jackson.
She tried to pull away, but Jackson, eyes still closed, gripped harder.
Lillian lost her balance and fell onto Jackson, who held her tightly.
"Jackson."
"Lillian, you still care about me."
Her angry voice was cut off by Jackson's hoarse, almost burning voice.
He buried his face in her neck, his voice in her ear.
His hot breath made Lillian tremble, her heart burning too.
"Jackson, you have a fever. Snap out of it."
She pushed him, but Jackson wouldn't let go, finding comfort by rubbing his face against her neck and cheek.
He held her hand, guiding it to his cheek, sighing comfortably and murmuring.
"Lillian is my fever reducer. You can't run away!"
Hearing this, Lillian felt a warmth in her eyes.
In the past, when he had a fever, he liked to cling to her and say similar things.
Lillian froze, her numb heart opening like Pandora's box, awakening pain and indescribable emotions.
For a moment, she softened.
But she was glad she stayed clear-headed.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "Jackson, I'm not Lillian. I'm Star."
Jackson fell silent.
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