Chapter 686
Lillian spun around, a bit taken aback. "How'd you get in here?"
She frowned, glancing outside. She'd just told the bodyguards to stay put.
Jackson steadied her, pulling his hand back before she could resist.
He rubbed his thumb against his side, like he could still feel the warmth of her waist.
Jackson shrugged, "I told your bodyguards I was really worried about you and wanted to check on you. Guess they thought I seemed trustworthy, so they let me in."
Lillian thought he was full of it, but she had no proof, and now wasn't the time to argue.
She looked at Star again. Star had pushed her away but ended up on the floor herself.
The booze hit hard, and Star was lying there, puking all over herself.
Star choked on her vomit, barely managing to get up before puking again.
Lillian stormed over, squatted down, and grabbed Star by the collar. "Star, was Bob sent by you? Spill it!"
Star was red-faced from the alcohol, her eyes rolling back. She was too drunk to talk. When Lillian yanked her, she just opened her mouth and puked.
Jackson quickly bent down, pulling Lillian away to keep her from getting puked on.
He looked down coldly at Star and said to Lillian, "She's wasted; you won't get anything out of her."
If it were that easy to get info from Dominic and Star, Jackson wouldn't have had to dig so deep.
For the past four months, Jackson had been investigating the Price Family non-stop.
But all the evidence had been wiped clean. There were traces, but nothing solid.
Without evidence, it was just speculation, no matter how close to the truth it seemed.
"I don't buy it. Star knows something." Lillian shook off Jackson's hand and walked to the corner of the bathroom. The innermost stall was a storage room with cleaning supplies.
She grabbed an empty bucket and filled it with water.
Just as she was about to lift it, a large, well-defined hand grabbed the bucket first.
Lillian looked up, and Jackson had already turned around with the bucket.
She was a bit surprised, and Jackson just looked at her and said gently, "Step back."
Jackson knew what she planned to do with the water, but Lillian hadn't expected him to help.
She raised an eyebrow and took a few steps back.
A bucket of cold water was dumped over Star's head. Star shivered and screamed, sitting up.
Star could barely open her eyes from the alcohol, and now her face was drenched. She squinted around before kneeling and puking again.
Star was a mess, her image completely trashed. If she were sober, she'd never let herself be seen like this in front of Jackson.
Lillian pressed her lips together, realizing she wouldn't get any answers.
She silently walked out, and Jackson followed, reaching out. Outside in the washroom, Jackson suddenly grabbed her right hand.
Lillian looked at Jackson beside her, and he reminded her, "Your sleeve's dirty."
She followed his gaze. She was wearing a long-sleeved silk blouse with wide cuffs tonight. There was a bit of filth on the cuff, very noticeable on the white pearlescent fabric.
It must have been splashed by Star's vomit earlier.
Lillian felt a wave of nausea and, without thinking, followed Jackson's lead to the sink. Jackson led her to the sink, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature, and then gently pulled her right hand under the stream.
He stood slightly behind her, his arm around her. His tall frame enveloped her, and the cool, woody scent of his cologne filled Lillian's senses.
Realizing what was happening, Lillian tried to pull her hand away, feeling a bit awkward. "I can do it myself."
Jackson looked down at her, his voice low. "Don't move. You won't be able to clean it properly. Isn't it gross?"
Lillian was indeed grossed out; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so stunned and let him pull her over.
But wasn't he taking too long to wash it?
However, the thought of it not being thoroughly cleaned and remembering that it was Star's disgusting vomit made Lillian feel that if Jackson was willing to do it, she would let him.
After all, her silk blouse was close-fitting, and she couldn't take it off or replace it for now.
Jackson squeezed some hand soap and rubbed it on Lillian's cuff. Worried that she might get impatient, he looked down and said, "Don't move, almost done."
Lillian was slightly stunned, watching Jackson through the mirror.
Jackson's actions were careful and patient, his gaze always focused on her cuff. His chest wasn't pressed tightly against her, as if he had no other intentions, just helping her clean up.
Lillian's tense back gradually relaxed, and she softly responded, "Okay."
Seeing Jackson carefully rubbing the cuff, she pursed her lips and said, "Aren't you a germaphobe? You don't seem to mind Star."
Jackson paused and looked at her. "Do you think I don't mind her?"
If this shirt wasn't on Lillian, Jackson wouldn't even touch it.
Jackson's handsome face darkened a bit, but he didn't let go of her. He finally had her this close again, holding her in his arms. Even if it was just an excuse, he didn't want to miss this chance out of anger. He carefully rubbed the wet fabric and said, "Lillian Young, do you really not understand, or are you deliberately misinterpreting me?"
Jackson's tone carried a hint of suppressed sadness and frustration.
Lillian's eyelashes fluttered. "Please call me Lillian Kelly."
Lillian hated Bob, and after returning to the Kelly Family, she had changed her last name. Now she was Lillian Kelly.
Jackson knew about this, but he was so angry that he called her by her old name out of habit.
He looked up at her through the mirror again. "It's hard to change habits. I'll just call you Lillian. You didn't change your first name, right?"
Lillian's cuff was clean, and she didn't want to argue about what to call her. Clearly, he wouldn't do as she asked. She twisted her wrist, signaling him to let go.
Jackson didn't argue further, released her, and turned off the faucet. "Dry it off."
Lillian walked to the hand dryer and dried her hands and sleeves. Silk fabric dried quickly.
Lillian raised her hand to check. The cuff was spotless, with a hint of citrus-scented hand soap.
Lillian smiled. "I didn't expect you to be good at washing clothes. Service fee, please."
She opened her crossbody bag, pulled out four bills, and stuffed them into Jackson's suit pocket.
As she stepped away, Jackson grabbed her hand. The next second, he gently pulled her.
Lillian spun around uncontrollably, and Jackson stepped forward. Lillian instinctively stepped back, her back pressing against the wall, completely covered by his tall figure.
"What are you doing?" Lillian frowned, her voice tense, eyes wary.
Jackson looked down at her, and Lillian's eyelashes fluttered gently, casting a shadow under the light, trembling on her delicate nose, like butterfly wings, each flutter touched his heart.
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