Chapter 552 Wishful Thinking
The call ended, and Jackson reached out to hold Lillian's hand again, saying, "Why are your hands still so cold? Do you want to go back to your room and lie down?"
Lillian quickly pulled her hand back. "Thanks for tonight, but you don't need to worry about Bob anymore."
Lillian was serious about the divorce with Jackson, so she couldn't rely on him for everything.
"What do you mean?" Jackson's expression hardened, and his jaw tightened.
Lillian shook her head and stood up. "Bob has been in prison for fourteen years and has been punished," she said. "I'm no longer a seven or eight-year-old child. He can't hurt me now, I..."
"Can't hurt you? Fine!" Jackson abruptly interrupted Lillian, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards the bathroom.
Lillian stumbled as he dragged her into the bathroom and to the sink. She struggled. "What's wrong with you? Let go."
Just as Lillian freed her wrist from Jackson's grasp, he pressed up against her from behind, placing his arms on the sink.
He trapped her between his body and the sink, coldly staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Look at your pathetic state, pale face. Do you really think you won't get hurt?"
Lillian frowned at her reflection in the mirror, indeed looking miserable.
But what concerned her more was the oppressive feeling of Jackson's body tightly pressed against her, enveloping her completely.
Divorced couples shouldn't be like this.
She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, showing a stubborn smile. "I wasn't mentally prepared today. It's a stress reaction. Next time I see him, it won't be like this. Besides, having bodyguards with me is enough. You really don't need to do more."
Jackson suddenly raised his hand and pinched Lillian's face. "You'd rather face Bob than owe me more, right?"
His eyes stung slightly, and his jaw tightened as if he wanted to strangle her.
No one knew better than him the psychological scars Bob had inflicted on Lillian.
Now she would rather face Bob and not need his help.
This fact was like a knife stabbing into his heart, both painful and cold.
Lillian looked up and met Jackson's eyes, nodding coldly. "We're divorced. This is my own business."
Jackson's face turned pale with anger, his chest heaving slightly.
He was struggling to control his emotions.
Just when Lillian thought he couldn't take it anymore and would storm out, Jackson suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Lillian, why are you so eager to distance yourself from me? What are you afraid of?"
As he said this, he gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him.
He leaned in slightly, his deep eyes locking onto hers, studying every flicker of emotion.
Naturally, he didn't miss the momentary panic in her eyes.
Lillian's hands clenched tightly. "I'm not afraid of anything. Stop your wishful thinking!"
Jackson smirked, his voice low and magnetic. "What wishful thinking am I doing?"
His eyes were teasing, and Lillian suddenly pushed Jackson away, quickly heading outside.
She frowned, pursed her lips, and realized that she had just responded too quickly, revealing some truths.
Jackson watched her somewhat hasty retreat, a slight smile flashing in his eyes.
He stepped forward to catch up, but Lillian had already entered the bedroom and closed the door.
Jackson was shut out but didn't get angry.
As Jackson leant against the door, his smiling voice penetrated through. "Lillian, are you afraid of falling in love with me again? Or are you afraid that you still love me?"
The response was the sound of the door locking and Lillian's cold voice. "I'm going to sleep. You should leave!"
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