Chapter 660
"Jackson! What are you up to now?" Lillian's face shifted from icy to downright annoyed.
Jackson gave her a quick look and shoved the bag he was holding into her arms.
Lillian instinctively grabbed it, and before she knew it, Jackson scooped her up.
As she was lifted off the ground, he glanced down at her again.
Lillian quickly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes full of suspicion and caution.
But Jackson just turned around, carried her to the hospital bed, and gently set her down.
Then he took the bag from her, pulled out some socks and soft-soled slippers, and squatted down.
Lillian was wearing some basic slippers Shirley had picked up from a nearby supermarket. They were decent quality.
But Shirley, never having been pregnant or given birth, didn't think much about it and just grabbed some flip-flops.
Lillian wasn't wearing socks. When Jackson took off her flip-flops and grabbed her foot, she realized her feet were freezing.
Jackson's big hands were warm, rough from years of working out. He rubbed her cold little feet.
A weird sensation crept up her foot, and Lillian tried to pull back, but Jackson held her ankle firmly.
Lillian kicked hard, but Jackson, squatting in front of her, didn't budge an inch.
She was no match for his strength.
"Don't move!" Jackson looked up at her. "You're still recovering from heavy bleeding. If you don't want me to take care of you, you should take better care of yourself."
His gaze moved from her wary, angry eyes to her mouth, and he added, "I just want to help you put on your socks, nothing else. You don't need to act like I'm some kind of monster."
It was only then that Lillian realized her right hand was still covering her mouth.
She had thought he was going to kiss her when he picked her up and had instinctively covered her mouth.
Now, it seemed like she was the one overthinking things.
Lillian's eyes flashed with anger, and she turned her head away, her ears burning with embarrassment.
But she didn't move her hand, stubbornly saying, "Being too close to you makes me nauseous! Can't you take a hint and stop clinging to me like plaster?"
Her words were harsh and humiliating, but Jackson didn't stop rubbing her foot. He even chuckled lightly and said, "Plaster is good for your current condition. Don't underestimate it; it's very useful."
He spoke calmly as he rolled up the pant leg of her hospital gown.
Lillian had lost a lot of weight recently. Her already slender calf was now bony, and the loose hospital gown slid up to her knee.
Her leg was cold, and Jackson frowned, quickly rubbing it before putting on the socks.
The socks he had prepared were long, covering her knees perfectly.
Lillian felt a bit dazed because Jackson's words sounded very familiar.
After thinking for a moment, she remembered that she had said before, "Don't underestimate plaster; it's very useful."
That was when she had just joined the Frane Family. She loved sticking to Jackson, but how could a teenage boy like Jackson enjoy having a little girl follow him around?
"Lillian, can you stop sticking to me like plaster? Go hang out with your classmates or friends, or just be by yourself. Stop following me!"
Back then, Jackson had snapped at her when she got on his nerves.
But when he turned around, there she was, still trailing behind him.
He'd glare at her, and she'd give him a timid smile, her voice small but stubborn. "Jackson, don't underestimate plaster; it's very useful."
Later, when he sprained his ankle playing basketball, Lillian, who was nearby, ran up and pulled out a piece of plaster from her bag to stick on his ankle.
"See, it's useful, right? I'll be your personal plaster and stick to you for life."
After that, Jackson kept that piece of plaster on for several days.
And later, Lillian really did stick to him like plaster.
When Jackson played basketball again, some boys from the nearby court threw some money at Lillian, ordering her around.
"Hey, you really stuck to Jackson like plaster. Go buy us some cold drinks, and maybe you'll be useful."
Before the boy finished speaking, a basketball hit him hard on the head.
The boy screamed in pain and anger, but when he turned around, his face turned pale.
Lillian still remembered how Jackson walked toward her with a group of people, already showing the cold demeanor he had now, but with a bit more teenage arrogance.
Jackson pulled her up from the ground where she was picking up the money. "Don't pick up any dirty or smelly things!"
Jackson took the money from her hand and stuffed it into the mouth of the boy who had caused trouble, warning him, "Even if she's sticky like plaster, she's sticking to me. Who do you think you are to order her around?"
The boy ended up crying and apologizing to Lillian before leaving.
After that day, no one openly called her "plaster" when she followed Jackson.
Mike would always tease Jackson, saying, "Hey, Jackson's Lia is here again."
Even now, Mike still called Lillian "Lia."
Lillian had almost forgotten about it, but Jackson's reminder brought it all back.
A mix of complicated emotions surged in her heart, her nose tingling, and she forgot to struggle.
When she came back to her senses, Jackson had already put the other sock on her.
He then placed the soft-soled cotton slippers by her feet. "Put them on. If you develop any aftereffects, it will be hard to dance in the future."
Lillian pursed her lips, staring at the shoes by her feet. Her throat tightened, but she didn't refuse.
She put on the shoes and stood up. "I've put them on. Can I go now?"
"Put on your hat too." Jackson took a hat from the bag, opened it, and placed it on Lillian's head.
Her hair fell over her face, and the hat wasn't properly worn.
Jackson reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, but Lillian blocked him and fixed her hair herself.
"Is that enough? Move aside!" Her voice was icy, and Jackson, seeing the impatience in her eyes, felt a prickling pain in his blood, like tiny needles moving around, causing an elusive ache.
He took a deep breath and stepped aside.
Lillian couldn't wait to leave, not hesitating for a moment.
However, the next second, Jackson grabbed her wrist again.
"Little liar, you've forgotten everything you said."
Jackson's voice, heavy with anger, suddenly sounded. Lillian knew he was referring to her promise to stick to him for life.
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