Chapter 708
Lillian didn't stay long in Jenny's ward; she was always worried that Max might wake up from the noise.
As Chloe and Solon was fighting, Lillian stepped out.
Jackson turned his head and whispered a few words to Terry, leaving him to handle the aftermath, then turned to follow Lillian.
Lillian had just quickly entered the elevator when Jackson's tall and slender frame squeezed in.
The elevator doors slowly closed. The space was originally spacious, but with him inside, Lillian felt crowded. She couldn't help but flash that kiss in her mind.
She frowned slightly and said, "This is going up. If you're leaving, take the next one."
She reached out to press the door open button to get him out.
But her hand was intercepted mid-air by Jackson. The elevator doors closed completely, and Jackson's long fingers interlaced with hers, holding her hand tightly.
Lillian glared at him. Jackson's tall figure moved closer, and Lillian retreated until she was cornered in the elevator.
Jackson looked down at her clearly annoyed expression, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. "Max was startled. I'll go up with you to check on him."
Lillian refused, "There's no need."
Jackson immediately said, "Of course, I need to. It's my fault for not handling things thoroughly, which allowed Chloe to cause trouble in Max's ward. It's only right for me to apologize."
Lillian remained silent. She had known Jackson for a long time; when did he become so courteous?
Seeing her lower her head in silence, Jackson tightened his grip on her hand.
Jackson's palm was very warm. In the pressed palms, it was unclear whose nervousness caused the sweat, making the palms no longer dry.
Lillian finally looked up and glared at him. Jackson seemed to have been waiting for this moment, capturing her gaze with a smile in his deep eyes, asking, "Still mad about the kiss earlier?"
Bringing it up in this confined space only made things more awkward and created a sense of intimacy.
Lillian tried to pull her hand away, but Jackson held on tightly and said, "But it wasn't really a forced kiss. I did give you a heads-up."
Lillian looked surprised, "When did you ever..." Halfway through her sentence, she remembered the text message he sent her last night.
He had misunderstood that Ambrose had forcibly kissed her in the car and texted saying he would kiss her next time they met.
Lillian was furious, "Are you a rogue? You..."
Before she could finish, Jackson bent down slightly, his eyes fixed on her, "So, I sincerely apologize again. I'm sorry."
Jackson suddenly leaned in, their noses almost touching. Lillian wasn't sure if he was apologizing or looking for another chance to kiss her.
But Jackson's attitude seemed genuinely sincere.
If she continued to be angry, it would seem petty and overreacting.
Especially since Max had just been saved thanks to Jackson's care and Jackson had been on her side the whole time with Jenny's family.
Lillian's anger subsided, but she reasonably suspected Jackson was using this as a tactic.
When did he become so good at showing weakness?
She leaned her neck back, "Apologize don't need to get so close."
Jackson said, "I should look into your eyes when I apologize. What are you afraid of? That I'll kiss you again? Or that it will trigger some physical memory, and you won't be able to resist kissing me?"
Lillian was speechless, "Neither. You're just too close, and your face is big!"
She mocked him, but perhaps because the space was too confined, his teasing breath brushed her lips, making her heart skip a beat.
Lillian attributed that moment of panic to rejection and unease, not excitement.
Lillian's slightly flustered appearance made Jackson realize he shouldn't push his luck.
He immediately showed a hint of sadness, stood up straight, and said hoarsely, "Sorry, next time before I kiss you, I'll make sure to ask for your consent."
He paused and added, "In person."
Lillian was taken aback, her cheeks flushing with red, and she said angrily, "No need to ask. I don't want it! There won't be a next time!"
At that moment, the elevator arrived.
Lillian forcefully pulled her hand back and quickly stepped out of the elevator.
She walked briskly towards Max's ward, not caring if Jackson was following.
But when she reached the ward and opened the door, she realized Jackson was not behind her.
Lillian was puzzled but didn't pay much attention, closing the door behind her.
She quickly approached the bed, where Mila had already tidied up the mess in the ward.
Max lay still on the bed, and Mila said, "Max seemed to hear the commotion and tried to wake up, but he couldn't."
Lillian stepped forward and gently held Max's hand, "Max, I'm fine. Just rest, take it slow."
The doctor said that Max had just woken up, and his body was heavy, like a broken machine restarting, it would take time.
But since he was awake, there was no need to worry too much.
At that moment, the door was opened again.
Lillian turned to see Jackson walk in, holding a tube of ointment.
He walked over to Lillian, took her hand, and said, "Didn't you get your hair pulled? Let me apply some ointment."
He said as he pulled her towards the sofa by the window.
She had forgotten about it until he mentioned it, and the pain on her scalp became clear again.
Lillian said, "I'll do it myself."
She reached for the ointment, but Jackson pressed her shoulder, making her sit on the sofa, and said in a deep voice, "Can you see the top of your head?"
Lillian wanted to suggest Mila, but before she could open her mouth, she saw Mila had already slipped to the door.
As if afraid of being called back, Mila opened the door and disappeared.
Jackson's long fingers gently parted her hair, and Lillian didn't refuse, pointing cooperatively. "Here."
Jackson parted her hair where she pointed, seeing the red scalp underneath, his eyes darkened. "It's a bit swollen. Don't move. I'll apply the ointment, or it might get infected."
Jackson carefully parted her hair and gently applied the ointment, bringing a cool sensation to her scalp.
Lillian's tense nerves gradually relaxed, her body unwinding.
The ward was particularly quiet, and her gaze fell on Jackson's solid, broad chest.
The silk shirt clung to his body, revealing the contours of his chest muscles with his movements.
Lillian turned her head away, trying to make conversation, "Actually, you didn't have to fall out with Solon for me. Chloe was right; I'm an outsider now..."
Before she could finish, Jackson's hand applying the ointment pressed a bit harder, making Lillian wince in pain.
She looked up, glaring at him accusingly.
She and Jackson were indeed divorced, while Jenny and the others were Jackson's family.
Lillian could stand up for herself now. If Jenny's family came after her again, she wouldn't let them off easily.
But Jackson getting involved in and fell out with Solon's family might cause more trouble, making Lillian feel indebted to him again.
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