Chapter 75 Take the Pill
Wendy dialed Jackson's number thrice, yet each attempt was met with the cold, unfeeling tone of an unanswered call.
Her mind began to wander, conjuring up images of what he might be doing at that very moment. The thoughts were unbearable, and in a fit of frustration, she hurled her phone against the wall with all her might.
After exiting the club, she had even ventured upstairs to the hotel, scouring the premises in a desperate search.
Despite her best efforts and numerous connections, she found no trace of Jackson and Lillian checking in together. Could it be that Lillian had followed Jackson back to the Peace Mansion once more?
Weren't they supposed to be getting a divorce?
Why would she return?
How utterly despicable!
The vague sounds she had heard over the phone earlier replayed in her mind, painting a vivid picture of their intimacy. The thought stirred a jealous rage within her, so intense that she felt an urge to scream.
No! She couldn't simply surrender!
Lillian was nothing more than a counterfeit heiress, so why was she the one who had it all?
While Wendy was consumed by her helpless fury, Lillian had succumbed to a deep slumber.
Upon awakening the next day, she stirred slightly. The silky blanket grazed against her bare skin, instantly triggering memories of the previous night.
Images of Jackson's sexy figure looming over her flashed across her mind, causing her cheeks to flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
They had been intimate thrice the previous night, and during the last two times, Jackson didn't cover her eyes anymore.
Throughout their two-year marriage, he had always refrained from kissing her, even during their most intimate moments, he had never faced her.
But last night was different. Not only had he kissed her, but he seemed to crave it. Their time in bed had been unlike any other.
Despite her best efforts to avoid overthinking, Lillian found her mind wandering. She shook herself out of her reverie, picked up her phone, and noticed it was nearly 8 o'clock.
A message from Shirley awaited her, to which Lillian quickly replied with an emoji. Shirley immediately called her.
"Lilian, why didn't you come back last night? And have you seen the news on Twitter?"
Lillian felt embarrassed to admit that she had followed Jackson back. The events of the previous night were still a chaotic blur in her mind, so she instinctively concealed the truth from Shirley.
"I spent the night at the hospital. What's happening online?"
Given Max's trouble last night, it was plausible for Lillian to have stayed at the hospital. Shirley didn't suspect a thing."
A blogger posted that Jackson was at a bar last night and was seen kissing a stunning woman on stage. There's even a blurry photo that seems to be him. Wendy has already responded. You should take a look. When is he going to divorce you? If this continues, the whole world will know you've been cuckolded."
Lillian's voice dwindled into silence. She had just spun a web of lies to Shirley, unable to muster the courage to confess that she might be the attractive woman in question. As she ended the call, intending to investigate the latest online scandal Wendy had stirred up, the door creaked open. Jackson entered, a tray cradled in his arms.
An instinctive reaction prompted Lillian to sit upright, hastily pulling the blanket over her body. "Why would you do that? I helped you bathe last night," Jackson pointed out. Until he mentioned it, Lillian hadn't even realized. She had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen into a deep sleep, waking up refreshed. It was evident that Jackson had taken care of her, an act of kindness he had never extended before. They didn't even share a room at night.
A blush crept onto Lillian's cheeks, a cocktail of shyness and sweetness swirling within her. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest. Jackson had already made his way to the bedside.
Noticing her bashfulness, he set the tray on the bedside table and leaned down. "Aren't you going to thank me?" he teased.
Lillian lifted her gaze to meet his, a playful glare in her eyes. "What are you..." she began, but her voice emerged hoarse, prompting her to clamp her mouth shut in embarrassment.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Jackson's lips as he handed her a cup of water from the tray. "You moaned all night, it must have been tough," he commented, causing a fresh wave of heat to wash over Lillian's face. She wanted to swat him. After a few sips of water to soothe her parched throat, Jackson extended another item towards her.
"You need to take this too," he stated.
Lillian's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the small pill pinched between his fingers. It felt like a slap to her face, her blood running cold. It was a contraceptive pill. "There were no condoms at home, I'll be more careful next time," he assured her, a hint of apology in his voice. He had discarded all the condoms in the drawer that Daisy had tampered with, as well as those in the dressing room from Wendy's last visit. Lillian hadn't been home recently, causing him to forget to restock, which resulted in their lack of protection the previous night.
Lillian accepted the pill from his hand, looking up at him with a sudden smile. "If you're so afraid of me getting pregnant, you better be more careful next time, like wearing two condoms," she suggested.
Jackson's brow furrowed in displeasure. "Lillian!" he scolded.
Lillian's demeanor shifted, her tone turning icy. "What if I get pregnant?" she challenged. Her heart clenched as she posed the question. 'Jackson, please don't disappoint me, our baby is listening too,' she thought. However, the handsome man's face had hardened.
"So take the contraceptive pill obediently, then you won't get pregnant!" he retorted.
"No protection measures have always been 100% effective. What if something happens?" Lillian's grip on the cup tightened.
Jackson seemed to detest this topic, his impatience evident. He said coldly, "If you get pregnant, then have an abortion! Take the pill!"
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