Chapter 653
Jackson's burn was pretty bad.
Lillian's frantic movements stopped for a second, and she felt his hand burning up.
The heat seemed to seep through their skin, through her blood, and straight into her heart, stirring up emotions she didn't want to feel.
It was overwhelming, gut-wrenching.
Lillian frowned and snapped, "I said let go! Didn't you say you wanted to play dead and be a good ex-husband? Then don't get involved with me anymore!"
Jackson was a bit taken aback, but instead of letting go, he smirked, his eyes lighting up with something strange.
He said, "Lillian, so you heard me? You woke up because of what I said, didn't you? I woke you up, right?"
Jackson's eyes were full of hope, like this was something to celebrate.
Lillian sneered, "Yeah, I heard you say you wanted to play dead and leave me alone. I was thrilled. But I guess I was too naive."
Even though she was tearing into him, Jackson didn't look annoyed or angry. He even turned his head and smiled a bit.
Because since she woke up, he hadn't seen her.
In his mind, Lillian was always lying in bed, pale as a ghost, like she'd never wake up.
Seeing her so lively, eloquent, and full of life, even if she was yelling at him or hitting him, he'd take it.
"You're still too thin, and your face hasn't filled out," Jackson said hoarsely, his fingers brushing her thin wrist.
Lillian reacted strongly, shoving Jackson away.
Jackson yelped in pain, clutching his arm, stumbling back a couple of steps, and leaning against the wall.
He looked like he was in agony, his handsome face pale, lips pressed tight, and sweat beading on his forehead.
And on the back of his hand, blood was oozing out.
Apparently, Lillian's rough shove had hit his burned hand, popping a few blisters.
"You're nuts, and you brought this on yourself!" Lillian snapped, then turned and stormed out the door.
She walked away, fuming. Thinking she had come to thank a good Samaritan, and thinking about Jackson's injured arm from saving Flora, she furrowed her brow more and more deeply.
But then she thought, 'Jackson's a adult, and he's in a hospital. If he's hurt, wouldn't he go find a doctor?'
Lillian felt she didn't need to worry about him.
But she walked quite a distance, and there was no sound from the safety passage.
Jackson didn't follow her out, nor did he call for anyone.
Lillian's mind flashed with the image of Jackson's pale face leaning against the wall, looking like he couldn't stand.
'Could he have fainted from the pain?' Lillian thought.
She hesitated, then bit her lip and turned back to the safety passage.
When she got back, she found Jackson sitting on the ground against the wall, one leg bent, his injured arm resting on his knee, head down with eyes closed.
His messy hair covered his brows, making him look more vulnerable.
Hearing the sound, Jackson fluttered his eyelashes, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Jackson! Are you unconscious or dead? If you don't open your eyes, I'm calling the morgue." Lillian walked over and kicked Jackson's leg twice.
Jackson opened his eyes and looked up at her.
There was a twinkle in his eyes; he knew Lillian wouldn't just leave him there. But he didn't dare say it out loud. He figured if he did, Lillian would probably turn and leave, maybe even stamping on him a couple more times for good measure.
"Not unconscious, just hurt like hell and I got no strength. Give me a hand?" Jackson reached out his good hand to Lillian, who frowned, clearly not thrilled about helping him.
Jackson sighed, pulled his arm back, and slowly stood up, using the wall for support.
Just as Lillian was about to relax, Jackson's tall frame wobbled, and she instinctively reached out to steady him. Jackson's lips curved into a slight smile, then he pressed them together.
"Thanks," he said.
Lillian frowned, thinking about Flora being taken to get medicine by Anouk, and that she also needed to check on Flora in the burn unit.
Besides, Jackson's burn was from saving Flora, so she impatiently said, "Fine, let's go. I'll help you get treated."
Jackson walked out with her support, wanting to get closer to her, but remembering how weak she had been. Even though she had recovered a bit, she was still frail, so he held back.
In the elevator, he broke the silence. "So, Flora came to the hospital to visit you? Lillian, you're also hospitalized here? What a coincidence."
Lillian laughed, "Do I look like an idiot? Your family owns a hospital. Why would you come here to be hospitalized?"
She didn't call him out directly, but it didn't mean she hadn't noticed anything, and she wasn't about to let him fool her.
"Are you mad? I didn't mean to bother you. I hid pretty well; it was you who found me." Jackson stared at Lillian's reflection in the elevator, his voice low and seemingly innocent and aggrieved.
Lillian let go of his hand. "So it's my fault?"
Jackson said, "Of course not. It's still my fault for not hiding well enough, showing up in front of you and making you mad."
Lillian felt even more frustrated, but thinking that she had indeed chased after him just now, and Jackson probably didn't intend to show up, she couldn't say much more.
"How did you run into Flora? I never knew you had such a good quality of sacrificing yourself and being a good Samaritan." Lillian squinted at Jackson.
How could Jackson not know that Lillian was suspecting his good Samaritan act was fake and that he was just pretending to be pitiful.
He showed a self-deprecating bitter smile. "It was just a coincidence, because Flora saved you that night."
He was referring to the night Lillian was kidnapped by Bob and was on the brink of death.
He had wanted to go to the safety passage for a smoke and didn't expect to run into Flora.
But he saved Flora not just because she had saved Lillian that rainy night. It was also because Flora had awakened Lillian. He knew that although Lillian and Flora hadn't known each other long, she was sentimental and had already regarded Flora as family.
Lillian glanced at Jackson, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
At that moment, the elevator reached the burn unit floor and opened.
Lillian was about to walk out when Jackson, supporting himself against the elevator wall, stood up straight and grabbed her arm.
Lillian looked up and saw a few people standing outside the elevator.
Flora was being supported by Ambrose and Oberon, with Anouk standing to the side.
Everyone's eyes were on the elevator, on Lillian and Jackson standing close together.
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