Chapter 776
Lillian searched everywhere but couldn't find Gray. Instead, she ran into a middle-aged woman who looked like a servant in the living room.
The woman smiled and approached Lillian, saying, "You must be Ms. Kelly. I'm Orla. Mr. Flores is also taking a bath and asked me to prepare a change of clothes for you and Mr. Frane. You should also take a bath and change into some dry clothes."
As Orla spoke, she handed two sets of clothes to Lillian.
Lillian had some water stains on her, but it wasn't too bad. She didn't want to change in an unfamiliar place, so she smiled and said, "Could you please take the men's clothes to the guest room on the east side of the second floor? I don't need to change."
Orla paused for a moment and then said, "You should change as well."
Lillian noticed Orla's strange expression and looked down at herself, following Orla's gaze. Her cheeks immediately turned red.
Her shirt was wrinkled and covered in suggestive marks.
Lillian's mind flashed uncontrollably to the heated scene of Jackson pressing her against the door and kissing her passionately.
Perhaps her consent had emboldened him, and Jackson's large hands had been particularly bold, rubbing her through her shirt.
Lillian had no idea how he had managed to wrinkle her shirt so much, as if it had been imprinted with some kind of mark.
Lillian instinctively wanted to explain, but she felt that the more she explained, the worse it would get. In the end, she just said, "I'll go upstairs to change. Please take the clothes to Mr. Frane."
Orla, having been instructed, quickly said, "No, no, there are only two guest rooms here. Mr. Flores is using one, and Ms. James is resting in the master bedroom. There's no extra guest room for you. You'll have to share with Mr. Frane."
Lillian was speechless. How could such a large three-story villa have only two guest rooms?
But how could she share a room with Jackson?
She quickly said, "I'll go to the master bedroom to change..."
But before she could finish, Lillian frowned and stopped.
No matter what, the master bedroom was Gray's room, which seemed even more inappropriate.
As she was hesitating, Orla shoved Jackson's clothes into her arms and said, "I need to make some hangover soup and prepare some food. Mr. Flores said Ms. James threw up twice earlier and will definitely need to eat something when she wakes up. There's no time."
Orla said this and then ran into the kitchen.
Lillian stood there holding the clothes for a couple of seconds before turning and going upstairs.
There was no point in being overly sensitive. There was nothing on Jackson's body she hadn't seen before.
Building up her resolve, Lillian pushed open the door to the guest room with the clothes in her arms.
The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom; Jackson was still showering.
Lillian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put the clothes on the bed and leave when the water stopped suddenly.
Before she could react, she heard the bathroom door open behind her.
Lillian instinctively turned around and her breath caught.
Jackson walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
Jackson hadn't even bothered to properly dry himself. As he casually ran his hand through his wet hair, droplets of water rolled down his throat, over his chest muscles, and down his well-defined abs, disappearing into the towel at his waist.
Lillian found the towel oddly unnecessary.
Wait, what was she thinking?
Realizing she had been staring at him for a while, Lillian's ears turned red. She quickly turned her head and said, "I've put your change of clothes here. You change first, I'll go out."
Lillian didn't look at Jackson again, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his tall figure getting closer.
He brought with him a wave of humid, hot air and a strong scent of hormones.
Lillian's scalp tingled, and she turned to leave.
But Jackson stepped in front of her, blocking her way. Lillian almost bumped into him.
She suspected he did it on purpose!
She looked up at him, ready to question him, thinking he was a big liar.
However, she was met with Jackson's innocent and clean eyes. He even looked puzzled and said, "I see you have your change of clothes too. I've finished with the bathroom, you can go in now. Where are you going?"
Jackson then walked to the other side of the bed without touching her.
But Lillian didn't feel relieved; instead, she felt even more uncomfortable, thinking she had been overthinking things.
Jackson walked to the bed and, seeing her standing still, smiled and asked, "What are you standing there for? Go ahead. Or do you want to stay in the room and watch me change?"
As he spoke, Jackson started to pull at the towel around his waist. Lillian, scared, grabbed her clothes and quickly walked into the bathroom.
Jackson watched the bathroom door close and took a few deep breaths.
Lillian's shy and flustered reaction was incredibly cute and alluring.
He wanted to tease her, but his body was betraying him. Even without getting close, he felt like he was on fire.
Smiling self-deprecatingly, Jackson turned to find his clothes.
But then he saw something that made his deep breaths pointless.
Among his clothes was a pair of white panties, made of soft, thin lace.
Jackson's forehead veins twitched.
Looking at the closed bathroom door, from which the sound of water was already coming, Jackson rubbed his temples.
Meanwhile, Gray had just finished his shower and was about to find some medicinal wine to apply to the bruise on his chest.
But when he looked up, he saw someone sitting on the sofa.
"Damn! Jackson, I went through all this trouble to create an opportunity for you, and you're sitting here smoking instead of spending time with Lillian!?"
Jackson had a cigarette between his fingers. Hearing Gray, he took another drag and slowly exhaled the smoke.
Gray, however, was pleased. He dried his hair and sat down next to Jackson, saying knowingly, "Jackson, I get it. You're frustrated and got kicked out by Lillian because you're not charming enough, right?"
Jackson took another drag, his handsome face slightly hollowed, making his features even more defined. The faint smoke from his lips blurred his expression, but the sharp, deep aura was full of stories and imagery.
Even as a man, Gray was momentarily stunned. How could Jackson not win over Lillian?
What kind of taste do women have these days? They must be blind.
As Gray was thinking this, Jackson stubbed out his cigarette and asked in a deep voice, "Who prepared her clothes?"
Gray was momentarily confused, but he knew Jackson could only be referring to Lillian.
He was a bit puzzled and said, "Of course, I instructed the servants to prepare them. Why?"
Thinking of the rather suggestive underwear, Jackson's eyes darkened.
Fortunately, it wasn't Gray who prepared them. How could another man prepare his woman's intimate clothing, especially such sexy underwear?
"Nothing," Jackson nodded.
Gray was even more puzzled, not realizing he had just narrowly escaped a dangerous situation.
"Since you're here, Jackson, help me apply some medicine."
Gray took the ointment and sat back down next to Jackson, opening his robe.
Jackson immediately stood up in disgust, one hand in his pocket, looking down at him. "Stop being so dramatic. That wound doesn't need ointment. Let it stay for a few days to remind you."
Gray immediately got angry, "I didn't do anything! What do I need reminding for? If anyone needs reminding, it's that crazy woman Shirley!"
Seeing Gray's indignant expression and his defiant words about Shirley, Jackson's expression softened as he asked, "What are you planning to do about Shirley?"
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