Chapter 73 Active Temptation
"I'll go take a shower first," Lillian said, as she withdrew her gaze and went into the dressing room to get a change of clothes.
Jackson loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and sat on the sofa, rubbing his forehead.
In the private room, Lillian was merciless, so he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.
Now the aftereffects of the alcohol were kicking in, making him feel uncomfortable. In the past, when she saw him drinking, she would have been worried and caring, rushing to bring him a glass of water.
Watching Lillian grab her change of sleepwear and head straight to the bathroom, Jackson's head spun even more.
She felt a bit wronged and lost because of her ignorance.
Lillian washed quickly, blow-dried her hair halfway, and then came out of the bathroom.
Jackson was not in the room, but there was a lingering smell of alcohol in the bedroom.
She remembered Jackson's sick stomach, and if it weren't for him, she might have been in trouble with those creepy men pulling her off the stage. She pushed open the door to find him.
Sure enough, there was light coming from the study. Lillian pushed the door open and saw Jackson sitting behind the desk making a phone call.
She didn't disturb him, closed the door, and went downstairs.
"Lillian is my wife, and her brother is also my brother-in-law. It's understandable for them to stay in the exclusive ward of the Frane family. Regardless of whose orders it was, if something like this happens again today, you can resign. Understand?"
Jackson was talking to the hospital administrator. Shortly after hanging up the phone, Lillian swiftly poured a glass of water and knocked on the door.
However, when she entered the study, she saw Jackson sitting in the sofa area, and he hastily pulled down his sleeves as she came in.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Lillian set down the water glass and suspiciously reached for his hidden arm.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing much. Is this water for me?"
Jackson reached out for the glass, but Lillian grabbed his arm, forcefully rolling up his sleeve, and then furrowed her brows.
"Why hasn't this wound healed yet?!"
There was still a bandage on the wound on Jackson's arm, with bloodstains on it.
Jackson held her back. "I got bumped at the bar accidentally. It was almost healed, and I've reapplied medicine and bandaged it. It's nothing."
He pulled his sleeve back down, but Lillian's brows remained furrowed.
Did he get injured from helping her on stage?
She couldn't help but feel angry. "Your wound hasn't healed, why are you drinking alcohol?!"
Did he love Wendy so much that he would neglect his health and drink for her, even playing games with her?
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you ask me to drink?"
Lillian was very angry, coldly handing him the water.
"With this kind of logic, how come the Star Group hasn't gone bankrupt yet?"
Jackson took a sip of the water, finding it too hot and exclaiming, "Why is it so hot?"
Meanwhile, Lillian returned to her room and saw several text messages on her phone that weren't there before.
They were sent from an unknown number. Lillian opened them to find several photos, clearly taken abroad, showing Jackson and Wendy.
Although not overly intimate, the photos were in different settings, seasons, and outfits, highlighting Jackson's neglect of her over the past four years and his companionship with Wendy.
Although Lillian had also wondered if Jackson had met Wendy during his business trips, or if he was having fun with another woman while she missed him, it still made her heartache and struggle to breathe to see these photos.
She gritted her teeth and dialed the number directly.
The call was hung up immediately. Of course, Wendy wouldn't dare answer. Wendy was afraid of being recorded and even more afraid of being reported.
At this point, even if she reported it to Jackson, with just an unknown number, Wendy could easily deny it.
Realizing this, Lillian directly blocked the number. At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Jackson stepped in.
Full of anger, Lillian scrolled through her contacts and dialed Wendy's number directly.
As expected, Wendy picked up almost instantly.
Lillian coldly threw her phone on the sofa, turned around, and walked toward Jackson. She tiptoed to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Why were you so slow? I've been waiting for you for so long."
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