Chapter 754
Lillian thought, Jackson should still be catching up on sleep now, so what if Ambrose eats this breakfast first?
She could just prepare another breakfast for Jackson later.
Unbeknownst to her, Terry was watching from the floor-to-ceiling window of the third-floor ward.
Seeing Lillian, he happily turned to the eagerly waiting Jackson and said, "I saw Mrs. Frane. She's coming up right now. I told you she would come back to take care of you!"
Jackson's lips curved slightly, "I never doubted that. Of course, she wouldn't abandon me!"
Terry was puzzled.
Then who was the one who kept asking about Lillian over and over just now, refusing to sleep?
However, two minutes later
"Where is she?"
"Maybe the elevator is too busy in the morning."
"It's just the third floor!"
Even if Lillian took the stairs, she should have been up by now.
"Maybe Mrs. Frane didn't think of taking the stairs."
Five minutes later
"Are you sure the person you saw was her?"
"It was definitely Mrs. Frane. Should I go out and meet her to see what's going on?"
Terry was about to walk out, but Jackson frowned and said, "When you saw her, was she alone or with someone?"
"It seemed like there was a man in a suit with her."
As Terry spoke, he seemed to realize something.
Jackson's handsome face darkened, and he coldly ordered, "Go and ask if Ambrose has been discharged."
Terry went out and returned a few minutes later, trembling. "Mr. Frane, Mrs. Frane went to visit Mr. Kelly."
Jackson's hand clenched tightly at his side, and he instinctively tried to get out of bed. The movement caused a sharp pain in his legs.
Jackson's face changed slightly, and he leaned on the bedside table, unable to stand up.
Too embarrassing.
Terry hurried forward to help, his face showing a pained expression.
He suddenly felt that Jackson's kneeling wasn't as effective as he thought.
But Jackson pushed Terry away, stood up on his own, and stubbornly hung the IV bottle on the mobile stand, pushing it as he walked out, surrounded by a cold aura.
Unable to provoke him, Terry automatically retreated to the corner of the wall and sighed.
But before Jackson could leave the ward, Lillian's surprised and displeased voice came from the doorway.
"Where are you going? Why aren't you resting properly?"
Jackson looked up and saw Lillian walking in quickly.
Terry breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a bit anxious.
He thought, Jackson was so angry and jealous just now, he would definitely lose his temper at Lillian this time.
But to his surprise, the next second, Jackson reached out to Lillian, "Lilian, I thought you weren't coming."
He looked like a person who had been abandoned.
Terry was speechless.
He really couldn't bear to watch.
But Lillian quickly took two steps forward, held Jackson's outstretched hand, and supported him.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom? Or wait for me outside?"
"I want to go to the bathroom. Can you help me over?"
Hearing this, Lillian instinctively looked for Terry, "Let Terry..."
Terry didn't want to stay and ruin Jackson's moment.
He immediately stepped forward and interrupted Lillian, asking, "Mrs. Frane, didn't you go to get breakfast for Mr. Frane and me? Where's the breakfast?"
Lillian was speechless.
The breakfast was already in Ambrose's stomach.
Lillian's face instantly heated up. She felt like a fickle woman, and a sense of guilt arose.
"Breakfast, well..." She had clearly thought of an excuse just now, but with Jackson staring at her, her mind went blank.
Coincidentally, Terry's stomach growled twice, the sound particularly clear.
Lillian felt even more embarrassed. She moved her lips, but Jackson spoke first. "Why so much talking? Just go buy breakfast."
"Okay." Terry nodded with a smile and quickly left.
"I'm still feeling weak, probably too hungry. Lilian, can you help me to the bathroom?" After Terry left, Jackson looked at Lillian and spoke again.
Lillian wanted to refuse. Given their current relationship, how could she do such a thing?
But hearing Jackson say he was too hungry, she felt guilty.
She reluctantly nodded and helped Jackson to the bathroom.
Once inside, the small space made Lillian tense up, "Can you manage on your own? I'll wait outside..."
Before she could finish, Jackson's tall figure swayed.
Lillian quickly steadied him, and Jackson weakly smiled at her.
"Maybe it's dizziness from the fever, and my legs hurt, I can't stand steadily."
Lillian gritted her teeth, thinking it wasn't a big deal since she had seen it before.
She slightly turned her body, letting Jackson lean on her back, and urged, "Hurry up!"
Jackson's thin lips curved into a satisfied smile.
He knew Lillian's personality well. She seemed soft, but she was slow to warm up and had clear boundaries.
If she hadn't already accepted him in her heart, Lillian wouldn't have gone to such lengths to take care of him.
And he wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, whether Lillian felt guilty or was momentarily sheepish.
He just wanted to get closer to her.
Jackson suddenly let out a light hum.
Lillian instinctively turned her head, "What's wrong?"
"The zipper seems stuck. I pulled hard and might have tugged on the needle. It's nothing..."
Lillian frowned, "Let me see, make sure the needle didn't come out."
She anxiously lifted Jackson's right hand with the IV to check, and only after seeing it was fine did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Forget it, stand still, I'll help you."
After all, she had helped him with his zipper in the car, so undoing it now wasn't a big deal, right?
Not a big deal, right?
Lillian didn't realize that her boundaries were being slowly eroded by Jackson's excuses.
She squatted down slightly, blushing as she quickly fixed Jackson's pants, then turned her back.
Jackson couldn't wait to restore their previous intimacy.
He felt no psychological pressure, and soon the sound of urination could be heard.
But Lillian's ears turned redder, feeling more and more out of control.
When she helped Jackson out of the bathroom, the heat on her face hadn't completely subsided.
Finally getting Jackson back to bed, she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pour him some water to catch her breath.
Before she could turn around, Jackson grabbed her wrist again.
Lillian turned back, meeting Jackson's particularly focused and expectant gaze.
"The question you said you'd seriously consider earlier, can you answer me now?"
Lillian was silent.
She felt like Jackson was a soul-reaping demon from hell, giving her no chance to breathe, pressing her step by step.
"Lilian, I'm not asking for much, just a chance to pursue you. Is that too much?"
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