Chapter 56 No More Fuss, No More Divorce
Lilian held her breath in anticipation, her heart pounding as she awaited the man's response. "If I don’t care about you, what am I doing now?" His reply was casual, nonchalant, yet it sent her heart into a frenzied race.
His defense of her, his response, stirred a glimmer of hope within her. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "The last time I hit Wendy, did you feel sorry for her and apply ice?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Jackson chuckled, a soft, teasing sound. "Guess." His evasion was as good as an admission.
Lilian felt a surge of anger, a desire to strike him once more. She turned away, her body tense, only to find herself pinned against the wall by Jackson's firm body. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her eyes wide and defiant.
Jackson smiled, a knowing grin that made her heart flutter. "You care so much, yet you won't admit that you're jealous?" His words struck a nerve, and Lilian's expression hardened. "We are still married. You are my husband. Is it wrong for me to dislike your affair?"
The smile faded from Jackson's face, replaced by a stern, serious look. "Since you know we haven't divorced yet, then move back home."
His words caught her off guard. She wanted to remind him that if he hadn't stood her up last time, they would have already divorced. But before she could utter a word, Jackson spoke again. "I had the bedroom cleaned up again. The sofa, carpet, and bed have all been replaced with new ones."
Memories of Wendy's incident flooded back, and Lilian's face turned icy. "The room may be cleaned, but the dirt in your eyes and in your heart can't be cleaned! I'm not going back, so leave and console your Wendy!" She pushed him away, not intending to hurt him, but the man looked pained and actually took a step back.
"Hiss." His gasp echoed in the narrow space, a sharp contrast to the tense silence.
Lilian's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide with panic. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and hastily rolled up his shirt sleeve. "What happened? Isn't the wound on your arm healed?" As she rolled up the sleeve, she saw that his forearm was still bandaged, with blood seeping through.
Her expression hardened, anger flaring in her eyes. "Why hasn't it healed after so many days? What have you been doing? Didn't you take care of yourself on your business trip?"
Jackson was known for his robust immune system. Minor injuries would heal without needing medicine the next day. But his wound had been bleeding for seven to eight days, which was far from normal.
Thoughts of Jeffrey's illness filled her mind, and she couldn't help but think the worst. She felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, her heart pounding with fear. She tried to pull Jackson towards the door, intending to call the doctor.
But she couldn't move him. Instead, Jackson reached back and grabbed her wrist lightly, causing Lilian to turn and fall into his arms. He held her tightly, his grip firm yet gentle. Lilian froze, her heart pounding in her chest as the man lowered his head, pressing his chin against her forehead. His voice was filled with laughter. "You worry about me so much?"
Lilian took a deep breath, his presence always had a calming effect on her. "Isn't that obvious?" she murmured. Even if they were not a couple, they still shared a sibling bond. Even after their divorce, she was still the person in this world who wished for his happiness the most.
"Well, let me just hold you for a while," Jackson said, moving his chin and gently tickling Lilian's head. There was a hint of affection in his voice, and Lilian wondered if it was just her imagination. She smiled weakly. "I'm not a quick fix. I can't heal wounds. Don't be silly, let's see a doctor to figure out what's going on."
Jackson sighed. "I know what's going on. I have a home remedy for stopping bleeding. Just do as I say. Now, raise your hand..." His voice was serious, and Lilian obediently raised her hand and followed his instructions.
"Put it on my waist."
"Okay, and then what?"
"Stroke it, touch it."
Lilian frowned. "Are you sure you didn't remember it wrong?" Despite her doubt, she still obediently patted and stroked his back, waiting for him to continue giving instructions. After a while, when he didn't say anything, she asked, "What's the next step?"
Jackson's voice was filled with a smile. "Tell me. I won't be silly anymore. I won't divorce you."
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