Chapter 702
Lillian was feeling down, turned her head, and gave Jackson a push. "It's nothing." She took a step to leave.
However, Jackson held her by the shoulder and pressed her against the wall, asking, "How can it be nothing? Why are you unhappy?"
Jackson seemed determined to get an answer. However, his closeness was tormenting and stirring up Lillian's emotions.
Her expression turned cold as she looked up, "Can you stop asking?"
Her tone was also cold, and the concern and urgency on Jackson's face seemed to freeze instantly.
Jackson's lips turned pale, and the grip on Lillian's shoulder tightened unconsciously due to his restraint.
Lillian knew she was losing her composure, and that it was wrong to take it out on Jackson. Seeing him suddenly fall silent, she felt a pang of guilt.
Lillian moved her lips but couldn't bring herself to apologize.
She couldn't treat Jackson like an ordinary person because of their past love and hatred, and the shared emotional knot made every step painful.
It seemed they were only suited to be strangers, far away from each other.
"I brought you a gift today," unexpectedly, Jackson spoke softly, as if the unpleasantness between them had never happened.
Jackson had no good temper, and Lillian thought he would leave her after being unjustly blamed.
He said this while lifting a red gift bag and taking out a long velvet box, handing it to Lillian.
The box looked expensive, likely containing jewelry, probably a necklace judging by its shape.
Lillian frowned slightly, "No need. Today, I'm treating you to thank you. I didn't prepare a gift, so there's no reason to accept yours."
She didn't take it, and Jackson pushed the box towards her. "Consider it a return gift for the meal, okay?"
Lillian invited Jackson to lunch to thank him for his help and to settle things between them, not to get entangled further.
She irritably pushed his hand away, "I said I don't want it! You're so annoying!"
She pushed harder than she intended, and the box, which looked heavy, felt light to the touch.
The box fell to the ground, the lid opened, and the contents spilled out. As Lillian stepped forward to leave, she stepped on the fallen item.
Lillian hurriedly lifted her foot and looked down, shocked at what she had stepped on.
It wasn't the jewelry she had imagined, but a handmade flower, with a green stem and red petals.
But she had stepped right on the petals, making it unrecognizable.
Lillian looked up to see Jackson standing stiffly.
Jackson lowered his eyes, and his deep gaze seemed to shatter.
Lillian felt guilty, especially when she saw Jackson bend down to pick up the item, making her feel even worse.
She moved her lips, but before she could say sorry, Jackson had already put the flower back in the box and said to her, "It's nothing, not something important."
Jackson's face wore a warm smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and Lillian could feel his low spirits.
But she didn't know what to say, and Jackson didn't wait for her to speak, turning and walking towards the private room.
Lillian watched his silent back and followed.
Before they reached the private room, their phones rang one after another.
Lillian took out her phone and saw it was Mila, who was taking care of Max, calling. She answered immediately.
After listening for a moment, her expression changed slightly. "Okay, I'll be right there!"
Mila said that Max's physical indicators and reactions were abnormal today, with significant fluctuations in response to external stimuli.
Lillian didn't know if this was good or bad news and instinctively looked at Jackson after hanging up.
Jackson had just hung up his call, and it was clear his call was also from the hospital.
Jackson comforted Lillian, holding her cold hand, "I know, the doctors are all there. It must be good news, don't worry."
Lillian felt a strange sense of calm as Jackson led her out.
They got in the car, and Jackson quickly drove out of the restaurant parking lot, heading towards Frane Hospital.
Max had been in a coma for over two years, and his reactions to external stimuli had been more active in the past six months, thanks to the medical team Jackson had helped assemble.
But despite this, Max hadn't woken up in six months.
This time, with such a strong reaction, Lillian had a premonition that either he would wake up or...
Lillian was very nervous and worried, her hands tightly clasped together.
Jackson glanced at her while driving and said warmly, "You should think about how you'll thank me if Max wakes up."
He didn't say this to make Lillian feel more grateful but to ease her tension.
Lillian seemed to take it seriously, turning to look at Jackson with clear, sincere eyes, "If he wakes up, I will definitely thank you sincerely. I will do whatever you want me to do, as long as it's not against my principles."
Jackson tightened his grip on the steering wheel upon hearing this.
His deep eyes flashed with a selfish desire to ask her to come back to him.
But this despicable thought was fleeting.
Jackson ultimately didn't say it.
Maybe he knew that even if he did, Lillian wouldn't agree.
Even if she did agree, forcing her back with gratitude would not make him truly happy.
It might even make him lose the chance to win her heart completely.
Jackson reminded himself to be a patient hunter. The perfect hunter often pretended to be prey.
He needed Lillian to feel he posed no threat to her, so she would gradually lower her guard and open her heart.
So, Jackson just smiled and said, "Silly, I was just teasing you. Did you take it seriously? He's your brother, and it's my duty to help."
Lillian looked at Jackson's relaxed demeanor and was slightly stunned.
Even as a couple, there was no obligation for a husband to help take care of his wife's brother.
Moreover, she and Jackson were already divorced.
These were not things Jackson had to do, and Lillian knew it.
She suddenly remembered stepping on the gift he had prepared.
Lillian's eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling a strange emotion, and she even forgot to retort Jackson's affectionate "silly."
At that moment, Lillian's phone rang. She took out her phone and was startled to see Ambrose's name on the screen.
Lillian slapped her forehead. "Oh no, I forgot to tell my brother. He's probably still waiting for us in the restaurant."
Hearing she addressed Ambrose as "my brother," Jackson relaxed into a pleased expression.
His voice became even gentler, "It's okay, Mr. Kelly is very understanding. He'll understand. Go ahead and answer."
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