Chapter 553
"Good night," Jackson responded.
Behind the door, Lillian smirked sarcastically. Who needed his good night anyway?
He was just being wishful; she simply didn't want to owe him any favors after the divorce.
But the next second, there was a familiar, rhythmic knock on the door.
Just like the countless times they had said good night to each other through the wall.
Lillian's sarcastic smile froze, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
But she didn't raise her hand; instead, she quickly walked away from the door and went into the master bathroom.
Jackson leaned against the door, waiting for Lillian to respond, but all he heard were her footsteps fading away..
After a moment, he let out a soft sigh.
That night, Lillian slept a bit late. Bob's appearance had still affected her.
In the latter part of the night, she slept restlessly, as if constantly running in her dreams, shrouded in a mist of blood.
In the morning, Lillian awoke with a pounding headache.
She lay there for a while before getting up and opening the door.
She didn't expect to be greeted by the aroma of food.
Lillian quickly walked towards the dining room and saw a strange scene.
In the dining room, the tall and handsome Jackson was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong, toned arms, cooking.
He was wearing a pink apron over his chest, the one Lillian had just bought a few days ago.
So, he didn't leave last night?
Hearing the noise behind him, Jackson turned around and greeted her naturally. "Good morning, Lillian."
He looked as if he belonged there.
Lillian, however, felt a headache coming on. "Why didn't you leave?"
"Did I say I was leaving last night?" Jackson raised an eyebrow.
With that, Jackson turned back to put the cooked noodles on a plate and instructed, "Go freshen up. The noodles won't taste good if they sit too long."
Lillian stood rooted to the spot, her jaw clenched in annoyance.
Jackson, however, walked towards her.
Jackson looked down, seeing her little angry face and messy hair, finding her adorable.
He reached out to help her tidy her hair, but Lillian quickly turned and angrily walked towards the bathroom.
Slamming the bathroom door, Lillian turned on the faucet, thinking that the first thing she would do later was change the password.
When Jackson placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table, Lillian came out of the bedroom, having changed her clothes.
"Let's eat," he said. "Your favorite - spaghetti." Jackson stood by the dining table, looking elegant and composed in the morning light.
But he was actually a bit nervous, afraid she wouldn't eat what he made.
However, Lillian didn't refuse and walked towards the dining table.
Jackson lowered his head and smiled slightly, feeling very happy. He hadn't eaten with her in a long time and felt as excited as if he had signed a multi-million dollar contract.
But then, the doorbell rang.
Lillian looked at Jackson, who pulled out a chair for her to sit down before saying, "You start eating, I'll get the door."
He had called Terry in the morning to bring clean clothes, planning to go straight to work afterward.
He thought it was Terry, but when he opened the door, besides Terry, there was someone else standing there.
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