Chapter 715
Lillian exclaimed, closing her eyes.
Jackson, however, seemed prepared. He opened his arms and caught Lillian as she fell out of the closet.
He took a step back and then, holding Lillian, they both fell to the ground.
Lillian's chin hit Jackson's collarbone, causing her nose to sting with pain.
She opened her eyes and met Jackson's deep gaze, filled with familiar and dangerous desire.
As her eyes followed his gaze downwards, her mind went blank when she realized her towel had come undone, and her whole body felt like it was on fire.
"Let go! Pervert!" She struggled, but Jackson's arms were wrapped around her slender, smooth waist, refusing to let go.
Lillian's face turned blush with anxiety, and Jackson frowned slightly, looking pained. "Don't move, I think I hurt my lower back. I can't move."
Lillian was speechless, not believing what he said.
But before she could retort, Jackson added pitifully, "And besides, this is my room. You threw yourself at me, all wet and tempting..."
Before he could finish, Lillian angrily covered Jackson's mouth with one hand and pressed the other over his eyes. "Even if you hurt your back, your arms are fine, right? Let go, I need to get up."
With Jackson holding her like this, she couldn't get up at all.
Lillian tried to struggle again, but ended up touching his private parts.
Jackson let out a muffled groan that made her blush and her heart race.
Memories of their past sex replayed vividly in her mind, making Lillian's body go weak.
Sensing her change, Jackson let his hot hand slide up her waistline while the other moved downward along her curves.
His burning lips kissed her fingers that were covering his mouth, whispering seductively, "Lillian, baby."
Lillian's heart pounded like a drum, but his scorching breath made her tremble with fear.
Her voice was filled with shame and anger, almost crying. "Jackson! If you don't let go, I'll really get mad!"
Jackson's movements paused, the veins on his forehead bulging from the struggle and restraint. His Adam's apple bobbed quickly, and sweat from his effort rolled down his sharp jawline. Finally, he let her go.
Lillian, blushing, wrapped herself up, her legs almost giving out as she stumbled out of the room.
Jackson lay on the dressing room floor, his chest still heaving.
Lillian had left his arms, but the sweet scent of her lingered around him. Jackson looked down at himself and smiled bitterly.
He covered his eyes with his hand, trying to adjust, but he remembered a similar scene from before. He had come home and found Lillian bending over to change her dress in the dressing room.
Lillian always unintentionally teased him but refused to have sex with him, driving him crazy with desire.
If he didn't know her well enough, he would have thought Lillian was doing it on purpose.
In the bathroom, Lillian locked the door and leaned against it, almost sliding to the floor with weak legs.
Her face was burning, feeling utterly ashamed.
Even though they had done everything before and even had a kid, it was more awkward than a one-night stand with a stranger in this situation.
As she was feeling frustrated and helpless, there were two knocks on the door, making Lillian tense up.
Jackson's voice came from outside. "Are you looking for your underwear? It's in the closet."
Lillian looked around and realized she had fled too quickly, only wrapping herself in a towel and leaving her underwear behind.
She bit her lip, her voice tight. "Just hang it on the doorknob outside."
"Okay, take your time. I'll go shower in another room."
The sound of footsteps quickly faded, but Lillian didn't dare open the bathroom door.
Only when there was complete silence did she quickly grab her underwears and bring them inside.
Lillian quickly got dressed and came out of the bathroom. Jackson was indeed not in the bedroom, so she walked towards the bed.
The hairdryer wasn't in the bathroom, and her hair was thick and long, always taking a long time to dry.
Lillian liked to sit in front of the vanity to dry her hair, so the hairdryer was always kept in the bedside table drawer.
Lillian walked over, but before she could get the hairdryer, her eyes were drawn to a large oil painting on the wall above the bed.
Her gaze was fixed, full of astonishment and complexity.
It was a double wedding portrait, a huge oil painting where the woman wore a white wedding dress, standing on tiptoe and holding the neck of a man in a black tuxedo.
The woman's eyelashes fluttered, her expression happy and shy, as if she was about to kiss the man.
The man also gazed down at her, his eyes filled with tender affection, leaning in slowly towards the woman.
The woman's long veil fluttered in the breeze, and a little boy in a matching black tuxedo hid under the veil, looking adorable and mischievous.
The background was filled with blooming roses and bright sunshine.
Lillian naturally recognized that the woman was her, the man was Jackson, and the little boy was Taylor.
The wedding dress and the groom's suit in the painting were identical to those from their last wedding.
Even the wedding rings on the painting were meticulously the same as their own rings.
Taylor's eyes resembled hers, but his nose and mouth were like Jackson's.
In this painting, they were a happy family of three.
Every brushstroke in the painting was filled with the artist's emotions, so happy and delicate.
Lillian also recognized that the painting was done by Jackson.
Jackson had a talent for painting and had studied under a master painter when he was young. One of his high school paintings had even sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
When they were young, Lillian had pestered Jackson to paint a portrait of her, but it never happened.
Jackson never painted people; he said that it required understanding their joys and sorrows and investing more emotions.
He claimed that his cold and indifferent nature made it impossible to paint well.
Later, Jackson entered the business world and became too busy to pick up a paintbrush again.
Lillian never expected to see such a painting so unexpectedly, wondering what Jackson wanted to preserve with this painting.
Lillian stared at it, her eyes slowly welling up with tears, forgetting why she was standing there in the first place.
Until someone approached her from behind, Jackson's arm wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Jackson's soft voice sounded in her ear. "Why are you crying? Don't you like it?"
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