Chapter 714
Lillian turned around and took two steps, then looked back.
Peggy thought she was worried about not having clothes and said, "Mrs. Frane, don't worry, there are clothes for you in the master bedroom."
Lillian interrupted her, "Peggy, just call me Lillian from now on."
Peggy looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm used to it, Lillian, don't mind."
Lillian smiled and asked her, "Peggy, where are Daisy and Jeffrey? I haven't seen them today."
Peggy's eyes flickered. Daisy had been taken to a mental hospital by Jackson for psychological treatment and never returned.
Jeffrey recovered quickly after undergoing a cord blood transplant.
Two months ago, he was completely discharged and resumed normal life.
But Jeffrey knew how his illness was cured, and when he heard Lillian was coming today, he hid himself.
Peggy had to say, "Jeffrey is not well, and Daisy went abroad with him for treatment."
She couldn't help but thought, 'Could it be that what Chloe said before, that Jackson sent Daisy somewhere, is actually sending Daisy and Jeffrey abroad for treatment? Then why did he say it is for me?'
Lillian's doubts deepened, but she didn't ask further and said, "Peggy, I'll just go to the guest room to shower . Please help me find some clothes."
Peggy shook her head. "Lillian, unfortunately, the pipes broke yesterday, and the entire guest room floor has no hot water now."
Lillian found it too coincidental, but Peggy had served Lyra for many years, was honest, and didn't seem like she was lying.
The place on her chest where the medicine had spilled was particularly uncomfortable, so Lillian didn't hesitate any longer and turned towards the bedroom she used to share with Jackson.
Peggy watched her leave and then entered Lyra's room.
Lyra, who was resting with her eyes closed on a recliner, opened her eyes as Peggy approached.
Peggy said, "Lillian is really hard to fool now. When she looked at me, my heart was pounding with guilt."
Lyra smiled and said, "I know it's not easy for you. I'll give you a bonus later."
Peggy smiled and handed over a bowl of medicine. "Don't think you can bribe me. Even with a bonus, you still have to take this medicine. Half of it spilled, so you can't take any less."
Tricking Lillian into the old bedroom to create an opportunity for Jackson was true, but Lyra's recent poor health and need for medication was also true.
Just a few walls away, Lillian pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and a familiar scent greeted her.
Whether it was the room's furnishings, the long-standing scent of sandalwood, or even the flowers in the pink ceramic vase by the window, everything was as it used to be.
It was as if she had never left, still living here, still with him.
Memories of her past with Jackson flooded in, making Lillian anxious.
She didn't dare to look any longer, quickly lowered her gaze, and walked towards the walk-in closet.
Inside the closet, her old clothes were indeed still there, and Lillian even noticed some recent additions.
The only difference from before was that she and Jackson's clothes used to be hung separately.
Half of the closet was Jackson's clothes, and the other half was hers.
But now, their clothes were intermingled. It looked intimate, like a wardrobe of a particularly loving couple.
Lillian found Jackson's actions ridiculous, purely self-deceptive.
But her breathing still became erratic, and her heart felt like a tangled mess being pulled.
Lillian quickly grabbed a dress and rushed into the bathroom, showering quickly.
But when she finished and was about to get dressed, she realized in her haste she had only grabbed a sweater dress and forgot to take any underwear.
Her original underwear had been stained with medicine and thrown in the trash.
Lillian frowned, pressed her ear to the bathroom door, and listened.
It was quiet outside, not a sound.
Remembering Peggy said Jackson was called away by Martin, and no one would come in, Lillian quickly wrapped herself in a towel, opened the door, and walked briskly to the closet.
Fortunately, the bedroom was indeed empty.
Lillian opened a drawer, took out some underwear, and breathed a sigh of relief, ready to return to the bathroom. But as she turned, she heard footsteps and a man's voice on the phone outside the closet.
"Send me the project files again, I'm hanging up." The deep, familiar voice was Jackson's, and he was coming this way.
Lillian looked down at herself, wrapped only in a towel, and her scalp tingled.
Her mind went blank, but her body moved faster than her thoughts, opening a large wardrobe and slipping inside, closing the door.
The footsteps quickly approached the closet, and Lillian heard two thuds.
It seemed Jackson had placed his phone and watch on the display cabinet.
Then there was the rustling sound of clothes being removed.
Lillian, curled up in the closet, didn't dare to breathe. She felt she must have been crazy to hide.
If she were discovered now, it would be even more embarrassing.
She closed her eyes, praying Jackson would leave, but her prayers went unanswered.
The footsteps didn't leave but stopped right outside her closet door.
With only a door between them, Lillian held her breath, and by the time she realized she was suffocating, her face was blush, and she was almost out of breath.
She was speechless to her own stupidity, and just then, Jackson moved, his foot hitting the closet door.
Lillian nervously raised her hand to cover her mouth, but the movement was too big, and her elbow hit the door with a thud.
"Who's there!" With Jackson's stern shout, the closet door was yanked open.
Light flooded in, revealing Lillian curled up inside, her skin still damp.
Lillian's white towel was barely hanging on, her hair curled and sticking to her neck and collarbone, covering her mouth, her eyes wide with panic like a frightened rabbit.
Jackson stood in front of the closet, clearly not expecting to find such a scene by following the wet footprints.
Jackson's body stiffened, but his gaze couldn't move away, his eyes growing darker.
"You! Get out!" Lillian glared at Jackson, finally coming to her senses, and shouted in anger and embarrassment.
Jackson raised an eyebrow, leisurely watching as Lillian's body slowly turned crimson.
His gaze finally settled on Lillian's small, tense toes, his breathing deepening, blood rushing uncontrollably.
The current situation was like a feast laid out before a starving traveler for Jackson.
"This is my room. It seems the one who should leave isn't me," He spoke in a hoarse voice, leaning closer.
Jackson's shirt buttons were already undone, the shirt pulled out from his black suit pants, and his belt unbuckled.
As he leaned closer, sunlight filtered through the thin shirt, casting shadows on his well-defined chest and abs.
The familiar scent of sandalwood enveloped her, and Lillian, flustered, instinctively reached out to push him away.
"Don't come any closer! We have divorced!" Lillian wanted to push him away and escape.
In the next second, Jackson didn't make it difficult for her, letting her push him away.
But as Lillian rushed out, her right foot went numb, and she stumbled forward with a scream.
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