Chapter 709
Jackson's jawline tightened as he lowered his gaze to meet Lillian's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're never an outsider to me! You weren't before, and you never will be!"
Lillian's breath hitched, and she turned her gaze away in a bit of a panic.
Jackson finished applying the medicine and sat down next to Lillian. He grabbed a tissue to wipe his fingers and said, "You should help me apply some medicine too."
Lillian turned to look at him. "What?"
Jackson lifted his stern chin, and only then did Lillian notice a thin scratch on his neck, slightly broken skin.
"This little scratch doesn't need any medicine," Lillian didn't want to bother.
Jackson immediately looked at her with a reproachful and hurt expression. "How can you be so heartless? I got this injury because of you. I helped you with your medicine, so you should help me too!"
Just a moment ago, Solon and Chloe had suddenly started fighting, and Chloe was scratching wildly.
In the chaos, Jackson had pulled Lillian away from the fray.
The scratch on his neck was probably from that moment, and Lillian felt a bit embarrassed.
She stood up to find a cotton swab and iodine, then bent down to help Jackson treat the wound. She did it quickly, finishing in two seconds, and was about to stand up.
Jackson frowned. "Did you do it properly? Chloe has a manicure and keeps men around. I don't want to catch anything."
Thinking of Chloe's chaotic private life, Lillian felt a bit disgusted too; besides, Jackson had an obsession with cleanliness.
She grabbed another cotton swab and carefully cleaned Jackson's wound again.
Jackson looked down at her serious expression up close, his thin lips curling slightly. "Lillian, you really do care about me."
Jackson's satisfied voice suddenly sounded in her ear, making Lillian pause and then angrily try to pull away.
But somehow, her hair got tangled in Jackson's watch strap, and the tugging made her let out a small sound.
The next second, Jackson's arm wrapped around her waist and gently pulled her.
Lillian fell onto Jackson's lap, feeling both embarrassed and angry. "Jackson!"
"Don't move, I'll untangle it, just a moment." Jackson held her, raising his hand to untangle her hair from the watch strap.
Compared to his composed reaction, Lillian's startled behavior seemed abnormal and overly sensitive.
Lillian urged, "Hurry up."
Jackson replied, "I can't go any faster; it's too tangled."
"Then let me do it!" Lillian impatiently turned her head, only to meet Jackson's gaze.
They stared at each other for two seconds before Lillian realized that Max, who had been in the hospital bed, had woken up at some point. Who knew how long he had been watching.
Realizing she was still sitting on Jackson's lap and thinking about their conversation, Lillian's face turned red. She pushed Jackson and almost jumped up.
Jackson, unprepared, got hit on the chin and let out a muffled grunt.
Lillian stood there, flustered and red-faced. "Max, you're awake! I'm sorry, we were just applying some medicine to each other, nothing else!"
Lillian explained instinctively. Because Max had been asleep for so long, Lillian had indeed forgotten there was another person in the room.
Seeing Max wake up to such a scene, would he misunderstand that they often did this in his hospital room?
However, the more Lillian explained, the more awkward the atmosphere became.
Jackson remained composed. He rubbed his sore chin and stood up, putting his arm around Lillian's shoulder and leading her to the bedside.
Jackson said, "Max won't mind. He just woke up, and seeing us so loving will only make him happy."
Lillian turned to glare at Jackson.
Jackson looked down at her, gently stroking her hair, and whispered in her ear, "He just woke up, and the doctor said not to upset him. Are you sure you want to tell him about our divorce?"
He quickly finished speaking and planted a light kiss in her hair before looking back at Max.
Lillian stiffened slightly and nervously looked at Max.
Max's eyes slowly filled with a happy, relieved smile. He struggled to open his mouth and said, "Good... happy..."
He hadn't spoken in over two years, his voice hoarse and hard to understand, but he managed to get out a few words with all his strength.
However, Lillian understood and read the emotion in Max's eyes. He was saying that he was happy to see her and Jackson happy doing well.
Lillian knew Max cared about her. Seeing him like this, her nose tingled, and her eyes grew hot.
At that moment, the feeling that her caring, protective brother was finally back hit her, no longer feeling unreal.
She quickly bent down, tightly holding Max's hand, and wiped away her tears. "I'm so happy you're awake. You've overcome this difficulty, and good things are sure to come!"
Jackson also smiled and bent down, patting Lillian's shoulder. "Let's have the doctor check him."
Jackson had already pressed the call button, and the doctor arrived quickly.
Jackson held Lillian by the waist, leading her away from the bed as the doctor and nurse approached.
Lillian stepped aside, feeling Jackson's hand still on her waist, and moved a bit away.
Jackson's arm tightened, pulling her back into his embrace. "Max is still watching us."
Lillian looked over at Max and indeed met his gaze. She quickly smiled brightly at him to reassure him.
Jackson nodded at Max. The doctor blocked Max's view, and Lillian gritted her teeth, glaring at Jackson.
Jackson looked innocent and whispered, "Before Max fell into a coma, our relationship wasn't good. He's been unconscious for two years but might have had some awareness. He's probably been worried about you. Now, his organs and nerves are all very weak. If he finds out we've divorced and gets upset, it could be bad. Besides, he already misunderstood from what he saw earlier."
Lillian, worried by his words, nodded.
Jackson nodded back. "I'm willing to play the loving couple with you. No need to thank me."
Lillian was speechless. She felt frustrated, thinking Jackson was doing it on purpose, but she didn't struggle anymore.
Jackson held Lillian, his eyes filled with amusement.
He had previously consulted Mike, who said that if a woman's body no longer rejected a man and got used to his closeness, her emotional defenses would gradually dissolve.
He advised Jackson to seize every opportunity to be close to her and tease her.
So far, it seemed that Mike, the playboy, had some good advice.
The doctors confirmed that Max was in good condition, fully conscious, and had no memory loss before leaving.
Max had been bedridden for over two years. Despite being well cared for, he had lost a lot of weight, but his eyes were still the same—clean and warm, just as Lillian remembered.
Lillian stepped forward again, wanting to hold Max's hand, but before she could, Jackson stepped in and firmly grasped Max's hand.
Jackson asked considerately, "Max, do you want some water?"
Max looked at Jackson, full of confusion and surprise. He thought, 'I'm two years younger than Jackson, and before I fell into a coma, he had never been this attentive. How could he have changed so much since I woke up from my coma?'
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