Chapter 676
Jackson's striking features turned cold and forbidding in an instant, as he clenched his fist.
Lillian's sweet voice seemed to echo in his ears.
Jackson couldn't handle it, his eyes were cold as ice.
"I just got back. Since you're coming to Miracalia, I had to come early and get things ready. The house is all set up, and Shirley can stay here for now. Oh, and I had the maid whip up some desserts and fruits. You should take her inside."
Ambrose was rocking a dark gray loungewear set, slippers and all, looking totally chill.
Standing together and talking all this, they looked like a couple hosting a guest together.
Ambrose smiled at Lillian, his eyes full of obvious affection.
Lillian looked up and nodded at him. "You're always so thoughtful. Shirley, come on, I'll show you your room. If you don't like it, we can sleep in one room. We haven't had a good chat in ages."
Lillian couldn't wait, turning back to grab Shirley's arm and lead her inside.
From the moment she saw Ambrose, she hadn't looked at Jackson once.
It was like she forgot Jackson was even there, or like he didn't matter at all, not even worth a goodbye.
"Lillian! Why did you call him so sweetly just now?" Jackson stepped forward without thinking, his voice rough, staring at the back of Lillian's head with the sternest tone since they reunited.
Lillian paused, turned around, and looked at him. Facing Jackson's stormy eyes, she just curled her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Frane, how I address someone is my business. You have no right to interfere. I appreciate your help today, and I promised to treat you to a meal, but please don't misunderstand or overstep."
Lillian's words weren't particularly harsh or sharp; she even had a polite smile on her face.
But to Jackson, each word felt like a knife cutting into him, each cut drawing blood. Unable to bear the pain that her voice stirred within him, his handsome face turned noticeably pale. With a bitter laugh, Jackson turned around, his movements sharp and decisive, fueled by a seething anger.
But Lillian obviously didn't care. She just took Shirley's arm and said, "Let's go, let's have something to eat and figure out what to do next."
Ambrose lagged behind a step, watching Jackson's retreating figure with a deep gaze before turning to follow them inside.
Shirley followed Lillian into the living room and whispered to her, "What happened? Are you trying to make Jackson mad on purpose?"
Shirley felt that Jackson was really ticked off this time.
Lillian tilted her head and looked at Shirley, smiling. "Why would I try to make him mad on purpose? It's just a way of addressing someone."
Shirley was even more shocked and wanted to ask Lillian if Jackson was really out of her mind and if she was ready to accept Ambrose. But by then, Ambrose had already followed them inside.
Shirley had to bite her tongue and just nodded at Ambrose. "Thanks for having me, Mr. Kelly."
Ambrose waved it off. "Just call me Ambrose. Lillian treats you like a sister."
He smiled at Lillian beside him and added, "I'm Lillian's relative, so no need to be so formal. If you need anything, the Kelly Group's legal and PR teams are at your service."
Shirley quickly thanked him and said, "Then you can call me Shirley."
Lillian held Shirley's hand and said to Ambrose, "Ambrose, I'm taking Shirley to her room to chat."
Meanwhile, inside the car, Jackson was stewing over the scene of Lillian running to Ambrose, jealousy eating him up.
Jackson thought about the rumors that Ambrose was adopted by the Kelly Family to be Lillian's husband, and the image of Lillian smiling sweetly at Ambrose while Ambrose looked at her with affection. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
He didn't even want to think about what kind of relationship Lillian and Ambrose had now.
Jackson raised his hand, yanked his tie loose, and unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt, his whole vibe dark and brooding.
Terry, driving the car, was also replaying the recent scene in his head.
Compared to how Lillian treated Jackson before, her interaction with Ambrose perfectly showed what closeness and politeness were.
Terry felt bad for Jackson. But he didn't dare say anything. For his own safety, he tried to console Jackson, "Mr. Frane, I think Mrs. Frane must have called him that to deliberately get under your skin. Didn't she promise to treat you to a meal? Isn't that better than before? Even though you're already her ex-husband."
"Ex-husband?" Jackson's voice sounded like it was coming through gritted teeth.
Terry felt the icy glare from Jackson and was on the verge of tears.
Terry thought about how Jackson, although divorced for over four months, had never publicly announced it and still acted like a married man.
In fact, during these four months, Jackson had never taken off his wedding ring.
The only reason he wasn't wearing it now was that on the way to see Lillian, Jackson had, for some reason, taken it off and put it in his pocket.
Terry knew Jackson was very sensitive about the divorce.
Terry was almost in tears. "Mr. Frane, I didn't mean it that way..."
Before Terry could finish, Jackson coldly ordered, "Stop the car!"
Terry didn't dare hesitate and quickly pulled over. A minute later, Terry stood by the roadside, watching Jackson drive away, tears streaming down his face. 'Why did Mrs. Frane's return make life even harder?'
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
