Chapter 690
Lillian took another step towards Ambrose's car, but Jackson's grip on her wrist tightened again.
He didn't let go; instead, he squeezed harder, making her forearm tingle.
Lillian frowned and turned back. Jackson's face was lit up by the car lights, showing his pale complexion and cold, deep-set eyes that seemed to glint with a chilling light.
His thin lips curled into a slight smirk. "Since when did you start calling him by his first name? Or are you just doing it to get under my skin?"
Ever since he heard Lillian call Ambrose so affectionately at the Kelly Mansion this morning, Jackson had been on edge.
He had stormed off in anger earlier. Now, even though he tried to prepare himself mentally, he still couldn't handle it and felt his heart and lungs screaming in protest.
"Mr. Frane, why would I do that on purpose?" Lillian pursed her lips, clearly annoyed, implying that Jackson wasn't that important to her.
She frowned again and tried to pull her hand away. Jackson's jaw tightened, and his eyes were filled with jealousy and anger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ambrose had already parked the car and was unbuckling his seatbelt to get out. Jackson suddenly bent down and scooped Lillian up.
Before she could react, Jackson turned and shoved her into the car behind him. He quickly got in and slammed the door shut.
"What are you doing?" Lillian scrambled up from the seat and reached for the door, but it locked with a click.
Outside, Ambrose was already walking quickly towards them. He bent down and knocked heavily on the car window.
Lillian glanced at Ambrose outside the window and then glared at Jackson. "What's wrong with you, you..."
Before she could finish, Jackson suddenly leaned in towards her.
His height and build gave him a significant advantage in the cramped space, making Lillian feel like a small animal cornered by a predator. Jackson's presence was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but shrink back, her shoulders hunching slightly.
"Jackson Frane!" she said angrily.
"What did you call me?" He looked down at her from close range, his handsome face clouded in the dim car.
Lillian opened her mouth again, but before she could speak, Jackson raised a large hand and covered her mouth lightly. "No."
Lillian couldn't speak, glaring at him in frustration.
All day, Jackson had been acting reasonable and gentle, with no aggression. She had really started to see him as a gentleman.
Jackson was still as domineering and forceful as ever, his beastly nature unchanged.
She opened her mouth to bite his hand, but Jackson narrowed his eyes and said darkly, "Go ahead, bite me. I don't mind biting back once you're done."
He spoke the last few words slowly, a hint of anticipation and excitement flashing in his eyes.
What a psycho!
Lillian's lips, which had just moved, clamped shut again.
Ambrose's knocking on the window turned into pounding. Just separated by the car window, Lillian frowned, feeling both embarrassed and anxious.
Jackson loosened his grip on her mouth just a bit. "Promise me you won't call him so intimately or rely on him, and I'll let you out of the car."
Lillian rolled her eyes and sneered, "Why should I promise you? Ambrose is my grandparents' adopted grandson, my legitimate brother. To me, he's what you used to be when I was with the Frane family. Why can't I call him affectionately? You're being unreasonable."
Her chest heaved slightly. "Are you done? Why should I listen to you? Open the car door, or I'll call the police!"
She reached for her phone, and Jackson just watched her.
His voice was cold and stubborn. "Go ahead, call them. Even if the police come, I won't let you out unless you promise not to be so close to him."
Lillian paused her hand, unable to make the call, because she knew he meant it.
If the police really came, he still wouldn't let her out.
For such a trivial matter, he wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself, but she was.
Outside the car, Ambrose was clearly getting worried and impatient, pounding on the window harder. His voice came through, deep and commanding. "Mr. Frane, open the door now!"
Lillian closed her eyes, looking at Jackson with a mix of fatigue and frustration. "Can you stop being childish?"
Jackson's hoarse voice interrupted her, "He can't replace the role I used to play. Lillian, you can resent me, hate me, ignore me, but you can't cruelly erase even a pure memory of us."
Maybe it was the stifling atmosphere in the car, but Lillian could hear a slight tremor in Jackson's voice.
She opened her mouth, but the words got stuck in her throat.
She thought of Jackson mentioning in the club's restroom how he used to help her with laundry when they were kids. Her mind flashed through many similar scenes.
Memories surged, almost overwhelming her.
Those deliberately suppressed and forgotten memories stirred up like a deep-sea storm, hard to resist.
She had spent many years in the Frane Family, by Jackson's side, from her childhood to to adulthood, transforming from a girl to a woman.
Jackson had been a part of every stage of her life. As she struggled to breathe, she saw Jackson slightly tilt his head.
His deep, cold eyes glistening with a layer of sorrowful tears. "Lillian, even if we're not a couple, I'm still your brother."
Jackson turned back, staring at Lillian again, his eyes cold but his expression stubborn and intense.
Lillian had no doubt that if she persisted, he would go even crazier.
Her throat tightened, and her lips trembled. She could hear Ambrose outside, clearly anxious, instructing the bodyguards. Lillian glared at Jackson, saying, "Fine, I'll consider it! Open the door!"
Although she didn't explicitly agree, Jackson knew her well enough to know that when she said she'd consider it, she meant it seriously.
Jackson reined in his aura, quickly pinched Lillian's puffed-up cheek, just like when they were kids.
"I'll take that as a yes," Jackson said, leaning over to open the car door.
Lillian quickly got out, and the next second, she was pulled to Ambrose's side, who looked worried.
At the same time, Ambrose gave Jackson a look.
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