Chapter 751
"Mr. Frane put you in the car and then went back up himself..."
Before Terry could finish, Lillian anxiously ran up the mountain.
Terry watched Lillian's back, chuckled lightly, rubbed his hands, and then walked towards the back of Rhett's duty room.
There, Rhett had set up a small kitchen and was preparing to cook porridge.
Terry leaned in, "Rhett, do you think those two will make up?"
"Young people's business, how would I know?"
"I think they're close. Even if they don't make up this time, they're just a step away."
While the two were gossiping, Lillian ran up the mountain as fast as she could.
When she reached the top, she saw that familiar figure. Jackson was still kneeling in front of the tombstone, just like last night.
His figure stood still, his back lonely and unmoving.
The night's frost and the morning mist had already stained his hair and clothes.
The suit fabric on his shoulders had darkened. Jackson heard the footsteps, turned his head, and his deep-set eyes seemed to have been washed by the cold mist, clear and profound.
At that moment, the first ray of morning sunlight finally leaped out from the mountains, caressing Jackson's handsome face.
Jackson raised his eyebrows and smiled at Lillian, his thin lips curving into a pure, joyful arc.
"Lillian, look, the sky is clear. Does this mean Taylor has forgiven us?"
Lillian's nose suddenly felt sore. She bit her lip, holding back her emotions, and quickly ran to Jackson.
"Yes, Taylor doesn't blame us. You won your bet, you fool! Now get up quickly, do you want to lose your legs?"
Lillian thought of how Jenny had been forced to kneel and ended up in the hospital for several days after just a few hours.
She didn't expect this fool Jackson to stubbornly kneel all night.
Lillian bent down to pull him up, but Jackson groaned.
"Don't touch me!"
"What's wrong?"
Lillian was startled and quickly let go.
Jackson's legs, which had just been pulled up, lost support and fell back to the ground.
Jackson was helpless.
His legs were numb, and being pulled up felt like thousands of ants biting, making his legs weak and unable to stand.
Not yet adjusted to being pulled up, he was thrown back down, almost collapsing at Lillian's feet.
Jackson's expression was particularly painful, and Lillian finally realized.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it. Your legs are numb, right?"
Lillian said as she squatted down, reaching out to massage Jackson's stiff calves.
"Bear with it, I'll massage a bit to get the blood flowing again..."
Before Lillian could finish, and before her hand could touch Jackson's leg, Jackson's large hand pressed firmly on her lower back, pulling her forward, forcing her to kneel and be held in his arms.
Lillian was stunned, Jackson's chin resting on her shoulder.
"Lillian, do you remember what I said last night?"
Lillian felt his whole body was cold, even though it was already early spring.
But in the mountains, the temperature dropped quickly at night.
Lillian touched his clothes, feeling like they had a layer of ice.
The cold on his body made the skin on her neck feel unusually hot.
Lillian frowned, her voice filled with concern. "Jackson, do you have a fever? Let go of me, let me check."
Lillian pushed Jackson, but he didn't move, still holding her tightly. "Answer my question first!"
Lillian had no choice and was anxious. "You said a lot yesterday, how would I know which one you mean? You have a fever, let go now, and come down the mountain with me. Otherwise, I'll call Terry to get a rescue team. You don't want to be carried down the mountain by a rescue team first thing in the morning, do you?"
Jackson rubbed his forehead against Lillian's neck again. Her skin was smooth and cool, and he rubbed again and again, feeling so comfortable he wanted to sigh.
Jackson's voice was hoarse, his breath hot.
"Lillian, you're lying again. You know exactly which one I mean. This is Taylor's will, God's will. Don't try to deny it."
Yesterday, he said that if it didn't rain all night until dawn, if the sky cleared, it meant Taylor wanted them to be together, and Lillian should agree to give him another chance.
Lillian still wouldn't admit it at this point.
Jackson suddenly felt extremely wronged. He wrapped his arms around Lillian's waist and said, "Lillian, you're so heartless."
Even Taylor had softened towards him, but she wouldn't look back at him.
Lillian was silent.
She felt it was hard to communicate normally with a sick man. Her voice was gentle as she stroked Jackson's damp hair. "Come down the mountain with me first, and give me some time to think, okay?"
"Then promise me you'll seriously consider it." Jackson was clearly not easy to fool.
Lillian found it somewhat amusing and nodded. "Mm-hmm, I will."
"I don't have the strength to get up. Help me." Jackson finally said.
Lillian quickly stood up and went to help Jackson. His tall body was heavy, and when she helped him up, he really leaned on her.
Lillian practiced dancing every day, had a stable base, good balance, and a strong physique.
Even so, she was almost knocked over by Jackson's weight, nearly causing both of them to fall.
Now she had no doubt Jackson wasn't faking it; he must be really sick, and seriously so.
"Jackson, hold on tight and stay strong. We're going down the mountain." Lillian was worried he might not hold on, causing them to roll down together.
But after taking two steps, Jackson didn't move.
Lillian turned back and saw Jackson's gaze on Taylor's tombstone.
She looked over too, her eyes slightly wavering.
'Taylor, thank you. We couldn't protect you, but you protected us. Next time I come, I'll bring you something delicious I made myself, okay?' Lillian said silently in her heart.
Because it hadn't rained last night, Lillian's thought had changed a bit.
She helped Jackson slowly down the mountain, and Terry quickly came up, anxious and concerned.
"What happened to you? Let me help..." Terry said, grabbing Jackson's arm, trying to pull him off Lillian.
But he couldn't, and Terry was puzzled. He wanted to try harder but met Jackson's displeased eyes.
Terry shivered and quickly let go.
Jackson's face was flushed with fever, yet he still didn't forget to pursue Lillian.
"Mrs. Frane, Mr. Frane has a high fever. We need to get him to the hospital immediately. You hold him, I'll go get the car."
Terry said, already running off.
Lillian was helpless.
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