Chapter 752
Terry quickly drove to the cemetery gate, got out, and opened the back door. "Please sit in the back with Mr. Frane."
The front passenger seat was occupied by the stuffed animal they had received at the restaurant last night.
"Okay." Lillian glanced over, then helped Jackson into the back seat and got in herself.
As soon as she closed the door, Jackson clung tightly to her waist, leaning his whole body against hers, like a giant, clingy koala.
"Lillian, I don't feel well. I really want to sleep."
His voice was even hoarser and more indistinct than it had been on the mountain, full of exhaustion.
Lillian knew his fever had worsened, and he probably hadn't slept at all last night.
Lillian felt a pang of regret and heartache. What kind of foolishness had she committed last night to let him go through with it?
But Jackson's clothes were soaking wet; he couldn't sleep like this. It would only make his condition worse.
Lillian quickly asked Terry, "Terry, does the car have any spare clothes for him?"
Terry was about to fasten his seatbelt and start driving. Hearing this, he paused and quickly replied.
"Yes, yes, just a moment." Terry got out of the car again, fetched a set of spare clothes from the trunk, and handed them into the back seat.
"Please help Mr. Frane change. There's also a clean towel inside."
Before Lillian could say anything, Terry had already closed the door and returned to the driver's seat, immediately turning on the heater.
Jackson's clothes, which had only been frosty before getting in the car, were now wet from the thawing frost due to the high temperature inside.
Lillian had no choice but to push Jackson, "Jackson, don't sleep yet. You can't go to the hospital like this. Let's change into dry clothes first."
Jackson, not yet delirious from the fever, opened his eyes and looked at her steadily when she pushed him.
"You help me change. I have no strength."
Lillian, helpless, nodded. "Okay, sit up straight first."
Jackson stared at her for a couple more seconds, as if to confirm she wasn't lying.
It was as if he feared that if he let go, Lillian would disappear and leave him alone.
Only then did Jackson slowly release his grip on Lillian's waist and move his heavy head from her shoulder to the seat back.
Lillian breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to unbutton his double-breasted suit.
"Lift your arms, lean forward a bit, and I'll take off your jacket..." Lillian moved quickly, occasionally instructing Jackson to cooperate.
Jackson kept his eyes closed but followed her instructions, making it easy to remove his jacket and thin cashmere sweater.
Lillian felt that even his shirt underneath was damp, so she started unbuttoning it.
As she unbuttoned each button, she realized she hadn't removed his tie.
She leaned up to pull off the tie, only to meet Jackson's deep eyes.
Jackson had opened his eyes at some point. Despite his high fever, his gaze was sharp, clearly reflecting her face.
Lillian's heart skipped a beat, and she froze.
"Lillian, what are you trying to do by undressing me?"
Just when Lillian thought he was fully conscious, Jackson's eyes turned confused, and he asked in a hoarse voice.
Undressing?
She was just trying to change him into clean clothes, which he had agreed to earlier.
Now, his question made Lillian feel a bit embarrassed.
It was as if she was taking advantage of his illness to molest him, especially now that Jackson's shirt was fully unbuttoned.
Jackson's well-defined chest muscles rose and fell with his heavy breathing, and his firm, sculpted abs were prominently displayed.
Due to the fever, his skin had a faint blush, adding a touch of intense allure.
And Jackson still had a black tie around his neck, which now seemed oddly suggestive.
At this moment, she was pulling on the tie.
Lillian's mind went blank, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Jackson's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned closer to her ear, his voice hoarse. "Lillian, whatever you want to do to me, I'm willing."
Lillian's neck turned bright red, remembering that Terry was still sitting in the front. He could hear everything he said.
Lillian glared at Jackson. She pulled a towel from the bag and threw it over Jackson's head.
"You seem pretty energetic. Change yourself slowly!" With that, Lillian moved towards the car window, turning her head to look outside, ignoring Jackson.
Terry, driving the car, tried hard to stifle his laughter, his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.
Jackson had overdone it.
He wasn't drunk, forgetting what he was doing. If he were Lillian, he'd be mad too.
Jackson's vision darkened, but he didn't rush to remove the towel. Instead, his Adam's apple bobbed twice more.
He licked his dry lips, his long lashes brushing against the towel, making his eyes itch.
But he couldn't resist the tingling in his heart and the heat all over his body.
If Lillian continued to undress him, things would get out of hand.
Jackson paused for a moment before removing the towel and taking off his shirt himself.
Lillian heard the rustling and the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of Jackson's half-dressed appearance just now, her ears turned red again.
It's not like she hadn't seen it before, so why was she acting like she hadn't?
Lillian silently reminded herself, 'It's no big deal.'
But the next second, an uncontrollable thought flashed through her mind—Jackson's face had thinned a bit, but his body hadn't lost any muscle; his physique seemed even more perfect.
'No, no, it's nothing special. Who doesn't have abs and pecs these days? Stay calm.'
As Lillian was convincing herself, she felt a heavy weight on her shoulder again. Jackson had leaned on her once more.
His hot breath once again filled her sensitive ear. "Lillian, help me with my belt."
"What?" Lillian adjusted her breathing and turned her head.
Jackson had already changed his clothes. Lillian didn't understand what he needed help with until Jackson's hoarse voice sounded again. "Really, no strength left."
Lillian looked down and saw that not only was his belt undone, but his pants were unbuttoned, and the zipper was down.
Lillian's face, which had just cooled down, turned hot again. She quickly turned her head, biting her lip.
She felt Jackson was doing this on purpose.
Just as she was about to call him a rogue, Jackson's large hand grabbed hers. "I don't want to be disheveled either."
His usually warm, dry palm was now clammy with cold sweat. Despite his fever, his hand was colder than hers.
Lillian instantly believed him, her heart tightening. She silently turned to help him.
Terry, driving the car, watched as Lillian, who usually ignored and disliked Jackson, did such an intimate thing for him.
Internally, he shouted, 'Jackson really is cunning. His groveling last night is definitely worth it.'
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