Chapter 717
Jackson had no idea what Lillian was thinking. Seeing her let go and compromise, he smiled slightly.
Jackson's movements were gentle and careful. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft hum of the hairdryer.
Lillian felt Jackson's fingertips gently weaving through her hair, occasionally massaging her scalp. It was comfortable and skillful.
It easily brought back old memories.
When they were kids, if Jackson was in a good mood and she acted spoiled, he would help dry her hair.
But it wasn't as often as Lillian helped him. Jackson would wash his hair but was always too impatient to dry it. She worried he would get headaches, so whenever she saw him with wet hair, she would force him to dry it.
Those warm, sweet memories were like honey, but also like poison.
Looking at Jackson in the mirror, dressed in a bathrobe, Lillian realized she had overestimated herself.
She couldn't treat him like a mere hairdresser.
The atmosphere between them was too intimate.
Her breathing became increasingly unnatural. When Jackson's fingers accidentally brushed the skin behind her ear, Lillian couldn't help but shrank her neck.
The next second, the hairdryer was turned off.
The world seemed to fall silent, and Lillian could hear her own heartbeat.
"Are you done? I'll go check if dinner is ready." Lillian said as she tried to stand up, but Jackson's large hand pressed down on her shoulder.
"Why are you blush?" Jackson's eyes deepened as he raised his hand, seemingly wanting to touch Lillian's flushed cheek.
Lillian suddenly stood up. "Jackson! Stop it!"
Jackson's thin lips curved slightly, watching her obvious panic and embarrassment.
Sensing her obvious panic and embarrassment, Jackson smiled slightly. "Lillian, you can't even treat me like a stranger. Stop deceiving yourself. Only when we're together can we be truly happy."
Jackson's voice was deep, sounding both certain and persuasive.
Lillian felt inexplicably flustered and glared at him in shame and anger. "Do I have to find a man to date and marry tomorrow for you to stop talking nonsense? I admit, maybe I haven't completely let you go. After all, we've been entangled in love and hate for so many years. But that doesn't mean we can rekindle our relationship, and it doesn't mean my determination to leave you is fake! Jackson, we are impossible!"
With that, Lillian shook off Jackson and walked out.
Jackson watched her back. "Lillian, if I truly accept another woman, and marry and have kids with her, can you really bless me?"
Lillian's figure paused slightly, but she didn't look back or hesitate, nodding. "Yes, I will bless you."
Her words were like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Jackson almost crushed the hairdryer in his hand.
He couldn't even bear to imagine Lillian with another man.
But Lillian said she could bless him.
She really knew how to hurt him, how to use words to cut his heart.
When Lillian went downstairs, dinner was already prepared.
Lillian helped Lyra to the dining room, where Jackson was already waiting.
Jackson had changed into a gray loungewear, looking casual and exuding a calm aura.
As expected, Jackson hadn't dried his hair. Although it was half-dry, the tips hanging over his forehead were still wet.
Lillian ignored it, but Lyra glanced at him and mercilessly mocked, "Some people, living a good life, just have to mess it up. Such a good wife is gone, and now no one cares you, right?"
Jackson pulled out a chair for Lyra, and as Lillian helped her sit down, Jackson said, "You're right. I'm already this miserable and regretful. Please go easy on me."
Lyra, feeling sorry for Jackson, looked at Lillian and said. "Lillian, why don't you help him out? Seeing him like this makes me upset."
Lillian knew Lyra's intentions.
Earlier, Peggy mentioned the guest room's without hot water. She didn't think much of it, but seeing that painting in the bedroom, Lillian understood.
Lyra wanted her to discover that painting. Lyra still hoped she and Jackson could reconcile.
Now, with Lyra trying to matchmake, Lillian met her gaze and felt a bit soft-hearted.
But Lillian also knew that if she let Lyra have hope and then disappoint her, it would be worse.
So she pressed her lips together and decisively refused. "Grandma, I'd rather take care of you during dinner. Let the maid help Jackson dry his hair."
As she spoke, Lillian sat down next to Lyra.
Lyra knew this was a firm refusal. Thinking about how Jackson had been splashed with juice by Peggy and rushed back to the bedroom.
The two of them, disheveled, had stayed in the bedroom for so long.
Lyra thought there should have been some progress, but the result was disappointed to her.
Lyra glared at Jackson, frustrated. 'Useless, can't even seduce a woman! I really can't help you.'
"Fine, such a grown man, can't even dry your own hair, you deserve to be uncomfortable!"
Jackson sat on the other side of Lyra, facing Lillian. His eyes locked on Lillian, who had her head down. "Grandma, you're wrong about me. I'm quite good at drying hair, just too impatient to dry my own."
Lillian's long hair was fluffy, and hearing this, she could almost feel Jackson's fingers on her scalp again.
Lyra's gaze shifted between Lillian and Jackson, and she always felt like something was going on between them.
Lillian felt uncomfortable under Lyra's scrutinizing gaze. Her ears were slightly hot, and she tried to get up to serve Lyra some soup, but the butler suddenly walked in and said. "Mrs. Frane, Ms. Price is here."
The atmosphere in the dining room instantly froze at this announcement.
For over a month, Jackson had refused to see Star.
So Star would come to the Frane Mansion every few days to visit Lyra, clearly trying to win her favor to marry into the Frane Family.
Lyra, unaware of the details, couldn't be cold to Star, who had saved Jackson. But she didn't see Star every time; out of ten visits, Lyra might see her four or five times.
"Send her away. Today is not a good day for guests," Jackson frowned and ordered.
Jackson felt a bit annoyed, thinking, 'Star has a knack for timing. Could she know Lillian is here?'
With Lyra's poor health and the unresolved issues with the Price Family, he hadn't told Lyra much.
But his previous attitude towards Star had made his stance clear.
However, it seemed Star hadn't taken the hint and still lacked boundaries.
Jackson's eyes turned cold. The butler was about to leave when Lyra suddenly spoke, "Let her in."
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