Chapter 76 No Next Time
Lillian's heart felt as though it was ensnared by countless steel wires, each one constricting tighter and tighter. She managed to force a smile, a hollow and joyless one, as she tilted her head back. With a swift motion, she picked out the pill and tossed it into her mouth. She took a sip of water, swallowing with a big gulp. After slamming the water glass on the bedside table, she got out of bed, took a few steps, and then turned back, staring at Jackson with an indiscernible expression.
"I misspoke earlier," she declared, her voice steady. "There will be no next time between us!"She thought back to the previous night, comparing it to a dog bite. He was such a jerk! With a huff, Lillian rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, and forcefully spat out the pill she had hidden under her tongue, the bitter taste spreading in her mouth. She quickly rinsed her mouth with a glass of water, tears falling uncontrollably into the sink. She couldn't understand why Jackson would do this. Why he would give her hope time and time again, only to crush it with his own hands.After freshening up, Lillian felt a sense of calm wash over her. She gently caressed her abdomen, whispering softly, "Baby, let's make a deal. Can you pretend you didn't hear what he just said? Mommy loves you and will protect you. This world is still beautiful. You need to grow up healthy and meet me soon."When Lillian emerged from the bathroom, Jackson was no longer there.Recalling what Shirley had said earlier, she opened Twitter and saw the photo posted by the blogger.
In the photo, a tall and sturdy man was striding down from the stage, a petite figure cradled in his arms. His broad shoulders shielded the woman completely, only revealing her small legs swinging in his embrace. The photo was slightly blurry, but the implications were clear.In the morning, Wendy had posted a text and tagged the blogger. Wendy: [He's low-key, please cooperate.]Accompanying the text was a picture of Wendy holding a glass of red wine, filled with juice. The reflection in the glass vaguely showed the cold side of a man's face. The photo was quickly enlarged by netizens, who pointed out that the figure was none other than Jackson. And the wine glass was identified as exclusive to the Sky Gate Club, where the blogger had been. The mystery was solved: the woman who had kissed Mr. Jackson on stage the previous night was Wendy. The blogger, who had been tagged by Wendy, deleted the photo and apologized to her. Wendy politely replied that it was okay. That morning, Wendy gained hundreds of thousands of followers due to the public display of affection. The comments were filled with envy.[The gentle and hot violinist and the restrained and aloof CEO, that's such a great combination!]
[Such a childhood sweetheart CEO boyfriend, where can I get one?]
[Mr. Jackson is so domineering, and he doesn't even let Wendy drink at the bar.]Wendy was even praised for her approachability because she interacted with netizens in the comments section.If Lillian hadn't been the protagonist of the bar incident, she might have believed all of this. But as it was, she felt a wave of disgust towards Wendy and became even more suspicious about Wendy's child being Jackson's. Wendy was never one to tell the truth!Lillian went downstairs and headed for the door."Where are you going?" Jackson's voice came from the direction of the dining room.Lillian glanced over. He was sitting at the table, a newspaper in hand, bathed in the bright sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was dressed casually, a simple gray wool sweater replacing his usual suit jacket. In the morning light, at the breakfast table, he seemed less aloof, more warm. It was a sight that would have been pleasing to her eyes, if not for his recent actions and words. With a grimace, Lillian averted her gaze and continued towards the door."Eat before you go out!" Jackson's voice was stern.Lillian ignored him, not even bothering to turn her head. But as soon as she reached the entrance hall, she was stopped by four bodyguards. With a scowl, she returned to the dining room. Jackson didn't even flinch. He continued to read his newspaper, his posture relaxed, his expression cold. Only when he heard the sound of the chair being dragged did he calmly fold the newspaper, set it aside, and pick up a jewelry box from the nearby chair. He extended it towards Lillian.
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