Chapter 723
Lillian didn't know what he was going to say, but she was already a bit sensitive to Jackson's antics.
Jackson had gone to great lengths to get her into his car, and she always felt a sense of unease.
Lillian immediately interrupted him, "No!"
A muffled laugh, Jackson turned his head to look at her. "No what? Does sitting in my car make you nervous? I just wanted to ask if you wanted me to turn on some music."
Lillian felt she might have overreacted. She looked slightly annoyed, her ears a bit warm, and nodded. "Sure."
She thought a bit of music in the car might make things better.
Jackson raised his hand and turned on the car stereo. However, when the soothing piano music started playing, Lillian froze.
It was the song she had specifically composed for Jackson, played by Jackson himself.
She hadn't heard this piece in a very long time.
Wendy had played it at a violin solo concert before, and later, Lillian had licensed the rights to the piece.
But unlike other songs that were still circulating online, this one seemed to have vanished overnight.
Hearing it again now, Lillian found it both unfamiliar and familiar; it had been too long since she last heard this melody.
Lillian had a suspicion and frowned at Jackson.
Jackson knew what she was thinking and didn't hide it. "Wasn't this made for me? Then it belongs only to me."
With Jackson's words, Lillian understood that he had bought the rights to the piece.
When Jackson turned to look at her, Lillian quickly closed her eyes and said, "I'm tired. Wake me when we get there."
Jackson looked at her trembling eyelashes, smiling slightly, and adjusted the car's temperature higher.
Lillian had intended to pretend to sleep to avoid Jackson, but she unexpectedly fell asleep for real.
When she slowly woke up, she felt a gentle tickle on her cheek, Jackson's warm breath brushing against her nose.
'Jackson, what are you doing!' Lillian stiffened and tensed up, unsure whether she should open her eyes.
Jackson had leaned in to unbuckle her seatbelt to carry her inside the house, thinking she was deeply asleep.
But as he got closer, he realized that the supposedly sleeping Lillian was very alert, seemingly already awake.
Lillian's breathing had changed, and her eyes moved slightly under her thin eyelids, like a small, silly animal pretending to be dead to avoid danger.
He couldn't help but stared at Lillian, teasing her, "Keep pretending to sleep, and I'll kiss you."
Sure enough, Lillian immediately opened her eyes, and just as she saw Jackson's enlarged handsome face in front of her, he pressed his lips heavily against her soft red lips.
Lillian, furious, raised her small fist to hit him.
Jackson grabbed her wrist with one hand and unbuckled her seatbelt with the other, clicking it open.
Meanwhile, Jackson didn't deepen the kiss, pecking her lips heavily before pulling away.
Even without using his tongue, the exaggerated sound echoed in the quiet car.
Lillian didn't know whether she was angry or embarrassed, her face quickly heating up as she glared at Jackson. "You broke your word!"
"I never said I wouldn't kiss you if you stopped pretending to sleep."
Lillian was about to explode with anger. Jackson let go of her hand, ruffled her hair, and said, "You can consider it a goodnight kiss. See you tomorrow."
Lillian glared at Jackson, wiped her mouth, and said, "No way!"
She opened the car door and got out, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Lillian stormed into Mystic Meadows without looking back, her back radiating anger.
Jackson got out of the car, watching her figure disappear into the distance, raising his eyebrows with satisfaction, though his deep eyes were somber.
Jackson didn't want to be a rogue, but he hadn't forgotten that Ambrose, who was eyeing Lillian, also lived in Mystic Meadows.
Just as Jackson was thinking this, he saw Lillian, who had just gone inside, coming out supporting Ambrose.
Seeing Ambrose almost half-leaning on Lillian, Jackson's handsome face instantly darkened.
He strode over. "What's going on?"
"He has stomachache, needs to go to the hospital." Lillian hadn't expected to find Ambrose unwell just as she entered the house.
"I'll take over. You get in the car first." As soon as Lillian spoke, Jackson had already reached out to forcibly support Ambrose from Lillian and headed towards his Bentley.
The driver was already in the car, having turned it around.
Worried about Ambrose, Lillian didn't refuse Jackson's help and got into the back seat.
Jackson helped Ambrose to the car, but he wasn't about to let Ambrose sit next to Lillian.
Jackson was about to get in the car first to help Ambrose in when Lillian leaned out and said, "Ambrose, be careful not to hit your head."
Jackson paused for a moment, and Ambrose took the opportunity to get into the car, holding his stomach and telling Lillian, "Don't worry too much, I can bear it."
As Ambrose spoke, his long legs took up so much space that Jackson couldn't get in.
"The back seat is too cramped. If I throw up, it'll be more trouble. Mr. Frane, you should sit in the front," Ambrose's face was slightly pale, but he politely spoke to Jackson, even giving an apologetic smile.
Standing by the door, Jackson saw Ambrose and Lillian sitting close together in his car, his face darkening.
Lillian, seeing him standing there, urged him anxiously. "Hurry up, don't waste time!"
Jackson clenched his fists, slamming the door so hard that the whole car shook.
On the way to the hospital, cold air filled the car from the front seat.
The driver didn't dare to make a sound.
In the back seat, Lillian carefully wiped the sweat from Ambrose's forehead with a tissue, her concern evident. "Hold on a bit longer, we're almost there. Did you drink at dinner? I've told you to drink less with your stomach issues, why don't you listen! Is it very painful? Is there any warm water in the car? Can you drive faster, please? Ambrose, Maybe you should lie down; it might be more comfortable."
When Lillian suggested that Ambrose lie down, Jackson, who had been staring at the rearview mirror with a dark expression, twitched slightly.
He couldn't help but thought, 'The back seat is cramped; where is Lillian suggesting Ambrose lie down? On her lap?'
Before Ambrose could respond, Jackson suddenly ordered, "Stop the car!"
The driver immediately pulled over, fearing any delay would result in reprimand.
The sudden stop caused both Lillian and the resting Ambrose to lurch forward. Lillian, being awake, was fine, but Ambrose, with his eyes closed and feeling weak, bumped his head.
Lillian's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
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