Chapter 57 Jackson's Flirtatious Encounter with Her
"I...," Lilian echoed, her voice trailing off as sudden realization dawned on her.
She hadn't truly understood it before. He had deceived her!
Her anger was twofold - directed at her own naivety and at him. She pushed him away, a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Jackson, have you grown weary of our usual routine?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of concern and irritation.
She had been genuinely worried about him, and yet, he had chosen to toy with her emotions.
Lilian spun on her heel and began to stride towards the door. However, Jackson was quick to follow, his hand landing on the door before she could reach it.
The man cast his gaze downward, his voice serious. "I assure you, I wasn't playing games. Don't you understand that the healing process of a wound is intrinsically linked to one's emotional state? My current condition is a direct result of your actions. All I ask is that you cease your provocations, and my wound will naturally recover."
Lilian let out a soft chuckle. "I am not some pet of yours to heed your every command."
She yanked at the door with all her might, only to be met with Jackson's icy voice resonating from above her.
"You are indeed not akin to a pet. After all, dogs are renowned for their loyalty and obedience. Yet, you seem to have forgotten all my commendable traits."
Lilian had no desire to continue this conversation.
She shrugged off Jackson's hand, swung the door open, and was gripped by a sudden fear that she would soon become the talk of the town, her name splashed across the gossip columns.
Lilian strode out of the hospital ward, Jackson trailing behind her. Jeffery, still in the throes of his punishment, began to sob and plead for forgiveness.
"I was wrong, I was wrong... I truly was wrong..." he whimpered.
Jackson approached, while Fu Jinyan stood rigidly, quietly pinching his thigh as tears streamed down his face. "Brother, I'm sorry. I'm willing to apologize to Miss Sivan. Please, can you not be so angry? You're so busy, and I've caused you unnecessary worry and illness. I truly didn't know any better..." he implored, his body trembling.
Jackson sank into the couch. "Is your foot numb?" he asked.
Jeffery managed a triumphant smile, his face turned towards the wall. Sister Lilian's previous lessons had indeed been invaluable. His brother was softening.
However, just as he was about to collapse onto the bed, Jackson's voice rang out again. "If your body is so weak, then stand for another two hours."
Jeffery was taken aback.
After leaving the ward, Lilian made her way to the blood department.
The doctor assured her that she would be right over, so Lilian returned to the ward and retrieved the medicine box from the nurse's station to tend to Jackson's wound.
She couldn't help but wonder if Jackson had tricked her, that his wound had already healed. However, when she unwrapped the gauze, there were no signs of healing.
Lilian frowned as she disinfected the wound and applied medication, a mix of heartbreak and anger coursing through her. "He gets injured and still insists on hugging someone. She was hit on the hand, not the leg!" she exclaimed.
Jackson cast his gaze downward. "How do you know that her injury was caused by hugging her and not by your pushing that just cracked it?"
Lilian felt a sting in her heart, her anger flaring up to the point where she nearly snapped the cotton swab in her hand. "Yes, the one at fault can only be me. What fault could she possibly have? She's just a fragile and pitiful person."
Jackson, hearing her sharp retort, felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.
He reached out and gently caressed Lilian's head with his large hand. "That's not what I meant."
Lilian turned her head away in disdain, looking up at him. "Then what do you mean?"
Jackson's eyes held an emotion that Lilian couldn't comprehend, and he faintly curved his lips as he spoke. "I mean, be a little gentler towards me."
Lilian felt as though they were in the midst of an argument, yet he had suddenly uttered such flirtatious words.
Her heart fluttered and she froze.
At that moment, Terry knocked on the door and ushered the doctor in.
Lilian rose from her seat to make way for the doctor. The doctor approached and examined the wound, then stated, "There doesn't seem to be any problem. It shouldn't take long to heal. The medication was applied on time, and there was no secondary injury."
Jackson glanced at Terry, who immediately confirmed, "Yes, the medication was strictly followed according to the doctor's instructions. The same situation didn't occur when the president was injured before."
The doctor pondered for a moment. "Then let's take a blood test."
He instructed the nurse, and the blood was quickly drawn.
Lilian, anxious, asked, "When will the results be available?"
"Tomorrow," the doctor replied.
Lilian nodded, but then the doctor inquired, "What about the injury on the wrist?"
Following the doctor's gaze, Lilian noticed a ring of teeth marks on Jackson's other wrist, hidden beneath his shirt.
It was from when Lilian had bitten him at the mall.
Jackson turned his wrist, concealing the wound, and said, "I was bitten by a cat, just a small injury, no need to check."
The doctor, unable to see it clearly, chuckled, "Well, this little cat's teeth are quite sharp. Remember to disinfect it and get vaccinated."
Lilian, referred to as a little cat by Jackson, fell silent.
Jackson glanced at Lilian, whose cheeks were flushing, and nodded.
"Indeed, luckily it's a domesticated cat, no virus, no need for a vaccination."
The doctor left with the nurse, and Terry followed suit.
On the hospital bed, Jeffrey had fallen asleep at some point.
The man leaned back tiredly on the sofa, his tie loosened, the protrusion of his Adam's apple caught in the play of light and shadow, his pale skin gleaming, his collarbones strikingly attractive.
This man's appearance was undeniably handsome, but no matter how attractive the exterior, it couldn't mask a wicked heart.
Lilian glared at him, "You're the cat!"
Jackson pulled her towards him, and Lilian, unsteady on her feet, tumbled onto his lap.
She struggled to rise, but Jackson interjected.
"Don't move, you'll tear open the wound again."
Lilian froze, and Jackson held her close.
"The wound on my wrist was caused while protecting you. It still hasn't healed properly, and it's inconvenient for everything. Aside from the loss of income and medical expenses, isn't it reasonable to ask you to move back and take care of me?"
Lilian's eyes were fixed on his unhealed wound, she hesitated, and her attitude softened…
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