Chapter 512 Taylor's Kick
Jackson's brief stiffness didn't go unnoticed by Lillian.
Lillian chuckled softly. "Let go."
But Jackson clung to her, his cheek against her shoulder and neck, his voice hoarse with upset.
"No way! It's Lillian's scent, I know it. You can't fool me."
If it weren't for Jackson's short, stiff hair, Lillian might've thought it was Jeffrey holding her, not Jackson.
She felt a mix of anger and helplessness, turning her head away in disdain.
"Mr. Frane, stop pretending, will you?"
He was clearly awake.
Jackson shook his head, eyes closed, as he held her, his head moving from her shoulder to her chest.
His muffled voice said, "Lillian, you're so mean."
His actions and words were like those of a pouting child.
Lillian had never seen him like this, and for a moment, she was stunned, forgetting to resist, her heart filled with a bittersweet feeling.
But he was indeed very hot, like a fireball pressed against her.
"Did you take any fever medicine?" she frowned.
Jackson didn't answer but held Lillian tightly, his flushed face buried in her chest, inhaling her pleasant scent, his heart filled with joy.
He preferred silence, holding her close.
For the past two months, he thought about her every day, unable to sleep at night.
When he finally closed his eyes, he would embrace her in his dreams, only to wake up in a vast emptiness.
A few nights ago, he had sneaked into her room in the middle of the night, watching her sleep.
At that time, he wanted to hold her tightly, to merge her into his bones and blood, but he was afraid of waking her.
He only dared to gently hold her hand, stroke her hair, and massage her when she was uncomfortable.
She recognized him, and as expected, she was cold as ice.
If being shameless and despicable at this moment could let him hold her a little longer, he didn't mind being even more shameless.
"I'm asking you." Lillian pushed him.
Jackson then rubbed against her again and said, "Lillian, I feel awful, just let me sleep for a bit."
A bit of stubble had started to appear on Jackson's chin.
The newly grown stubble was as hard as steel needles, easily piercing through the knitted sweater. As he barged, it grazed her sensitive, soft skin, accompanied by his warm breath, causing her to shiver.
The strange yet familiar intimacy easily brought back some fiery memories.
Lillian's face turned red. Thoroughly embarrassed and angry, she slapped Jackson's hard, shouting angrily.
"Jackson! If you don't let go of me, I won't be polite to you!"
Jackson clearly didn't take her threat seriously. He pulled back slightly, looking up at her.
"Stop messing around! If I turn stupid and can't get a divorce, I'll have to rely on you for the rest of my life!"
Jackson's handsome face was slightly red, but his thin lips were pale and dry, with clear lip lines.
His deep eyes were also red from the fever, becoming moist.
It was only then that Lillian noticed he had lost weight, his jawline becoming more pronounced as he looked up at her.
But none of this diminished his beauty; instead, it added a touch of morbid obsession.
Lillian froze, her hand on Jackson's collar, trying to pull him away, but her movements lacked strength.
Jackson's long lashes fell, hiding the light smile in his eyes as he held her again, pressing his face against her.
But as he leaned in, something kicked his cheek.
Jackson felt confused, but before he could react, another light kick landed on his nose.
Jackson almost jumped, lifting his head from Lillian's embrace, looking at her in disbelief.
"Is it Taylor?"
Lillian's lips curled slightly; seeing his dumbfounded look, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
She pressed her lips. "Taylor did a great job!"
Of course, it was Taylor.
Even in her mom's belly, Taylor couldn't stand it, kicking her shameless dad a few times.
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