Chapter 554
It was Shirley.
Shirley crossed her arms and looked Jackson up and down, her gaze finally landing on the apron he was wearing. She spoke bluntly. "Mr. Frane, are you moonlighting as a chef? This is quite a rare sight. Too bad Lillian isn't interested in you."
As she spoke, she stepped inside, leaving Terry standing at the doorway, holding a bag and staring at the ground. She was too afraid to look at Jackson in his pink apron, fearing he might be reassigned to an even more remote location.
Jackson's handsome face remained cold, unaffected by Shirley's sarcasm.
He raised his hand to remove the apron and instructed Terry, "Come in. I haven't eaten yet."
As he thought about Terry sending the video to Lillian, his tone was gentler than usual.
Terry, sensing Jackson's good mood, felt relieved. But just as he lifted one foot, Lillian's voice rang out. "It's not convenient for you to change clothes here, Mr. Frane. We're about to have breakfast. If you have nothing else, you can leave."
Jackson turned around and saw that Shirley had already taken his place, holding a fork and stirring the plate of spaghetti he had prepared for himself.
She really was treating him like a chef.
Terry also saw this and silently lowered his head.
Jackson's breakfast seemed to be gone.
Shirley gripped the fork tightly. After all, under Jackson's intense gaze, it was already quite an achievement to hold onto the fork.
She looked at Jackson warily, a bit worried that he might come over and dump the plate of pasta on her head.
However, Jackson stood there silently for a moment, then surprisingly smiled, showing a somewhat friendly expression. "Ms. James, see if it suits your taste."
Shirley was silent.
She got goosebumps and immediately looked at Lillian, whispering, "What's going on? Did he poison it?"
With Jackson acting like this, Shirley didn't dare to eat.
Lillian was also a bit stunned, not expecting Jackson to be so composed.
At this moment, Jackson walked over, slightly bent down, and tucked a strand of Lillian's hair behind her ear.
Jackson smiled and said, "It should taste good. I mainly make it for you. As long as you eat it, it doesn't matter if I do or not. Enjoy your meal. I'll head to work."
With that, Jackson walked towards the dining room.
He hung the apron on a hook beside the fridge, opened the fridge, glanced inside, and took out a baguette from a bag.
He then turned to Lillian and said, "Mind if I take one?"
Lillian remained silent.
She didn't say anything, and Jackson walked towards the door, leaving with Terry.
The door closed, and the room fell silent.
It took Shirley a while to recover from her shock, muttering, "What's wrong with him?"
Lillian pressed her lips and looked down, saying, "I don't know, let's eat."
She had just sent a message to Shirley from the bedroom, asking her to come up for breakfast.
She wanted to drive Jackson away, but his reaction was completely unexpected.
It felt like punching a pillow, leaving Lilian both frustrated and a bit guilty.
She had been feeling this way a lot lately.
"Are you sure this isn't poisoned? I mean, Jackson can actually cook, and this pasta looks pretty good." Shirley stirred the noodles.
At least it looked delicious. She could even tell the pasta was handmade.
Even though it was right in front of her, Shirley couldn't quite believe Jackson had made this pasta.
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