Chapter 611
She turned her head away, brows all scrunched up, looking like she wanted to freeze the whole room with her icy vibe.
Jackson grabbed a thermos, popped the lid, and brought it to Lillian's lips.
"It's fish soup. Perfect temp, tastes awesome. Give it a shot," he said.
Lillian was fed up with him forcing food on her, and it ticked her off.
She reached out, ready to snatch the thermos and splash it all over Jackson's annoyingly sweet face.
But Jackson was ready for her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wrestle it away. His big hand held the cup like a rock.
Frustrated, Lillian looked up to curse him out, but Jackson took a sip of the soup, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pushing the soup into her mouth.
Lillian's eyes went wide, refusing to swallow.
Jackson's hand pressed on her chin, making her gulp it down involuntarily.
To her, the supposedly delicious soup tasted like crap.
"Stop the car! I need to puke."
Lillian wiped her lips furiously, her face twisted in disgust.
Jackson's temple veins throbbed. He grabbed her chin and fed her another mouthful of fish soup.
Seeing a bit of color return to her face, he wiped the corner of her lips with his thumb and said coldly, "You're recovering. Can't afford to catch a cold. If you really need to puke, do it in the car. I don't care."
He leaned over and grabbed the car trash can hanging on the door for her.
Next second, Lillian hugged the trash can and really puked.
Jackson's face turned grim.
He thought she was doing it just to piss him off.
But he didn't get that she genuinely couldn't hold it in.
And that fact was unbearable for him; his handsome face grew even more sullen and pale.
After puking, her stomach felt empty.
She propped herself up, trying to get off Jackson's lap. This time, he didn't stop her.
Lillian leaned against the other car door, rinsed her mouth, wiped her face with a tissue, and panted weakly.
Finally, Jackson's hoarse voice broke the silence in the car.
"Do you really despise me that much?"
Lillian looked up at him. Even in a loose hospital gown, Jackson still had that elegant and charming aura.
He was still as handsome and dignified as ever, just like she used to love. But now, she felt nothing for him.
She sneered, "Yeah, you saw it yourself. Can't control physical disgust. Sorry, not sorry."
In reality, she was just weak, and the bumpy car ride made her super dizzy, causing her to puke.
But she said this to make Jackson misunderstand her; she didn't want to keep forgiving him over and over again.
Sure enough, Jackson turned his head away, not looking at her anymore.
Lillian knew his pride had taken a hit.
But who cared?
She looked at the increasingly unfamiliar street scene outside the window, still trying to negotiate with him.
Because she had no other choice.
"Mr. Frane, we're already divorced, and Taylor's gone. Splitting up is the best thing for us. Do you really want me to hate you more?"
Jackson's jawline tightened. He had said before that he'd rather Lillian hate him than feel nothing for him.
But deep down, he knew he didn't want Lillian to hate him. He couldn't handle her hatred.
However, he knew that if he let go this time, he'd truly lose her.
After a long while, he turned back, looking at Lillian with a hoarse voice.
"With how weak you are now, I can't let you go. Take good care of yourself. Once you're fully recovered, I'll let you leave."
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