Chapter 789
Lillian and Ambrose didn't eat much.
Jackson, however, had a big appetite and ended up eating almost everything on the table.
After finishing the last bowl of soup, Jackson put down the bowl, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and said to Ambrose.
"Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Kelly. I don't usually eat this much, but I had a bit more today to show my appreciation for your cooking."
Ambrose gave a forced smile.
He didn't need such appreciation.
"It's getting late, and the rain is getting heavier. It won't be easy to drive back if it gets any later. Since Mr. Frane has finished eating, we won't keep you any longer."
Ambrose stood up as he spoke, unable to bear it any longer, and started to see Jackson out unceremoniously.
Jackson smiled faintly and stood up, but said, "I can't feel at ease unless I help with something after enjoying Mr. Kelly's meal. Let me wash the dishes and clean up."
Ambrose replied coldly, "Mr. Frane, as a guest, you don't need to wash dishes or clean up. That's not how the Kelly family treats guests. Right, Lillian?"
Ambrose looked at Lillian, who had long regarded him as family, like an older brother similar to Max.
With Oberon and Flora not in Miracalia, Ambrose was the elder and the decision-maker of the Kelly family.
How could Lillian refute Ambrose's words and not give him face?
Moreover, at the dinner table just now, Lillian had also been made very uncomfortable by Jackson.
She immediately nodded, "Yes, you're right. Jackson, I'll see you out, and I'll clean up later."
Jackson's eyes dimmed when he heard Lillian side with Ambrose.
He frowned slightly, wanting to say more, but Ambrose cut him off.
"Just leave the dishes there. The servants will handle them tomorrow."
With both of them seeing him out, Jackson naturally couldn't stay any longer.
Jackson nodded slightly, then turned to leave, with Lillian following.
Thinking about leaving Lillian and Ambrose alone in the villa tonight, Jackson felt as if every step he took was on the edge of a knife.
He wanted to spend some time alone with Lillian, but Ambrose followed them.
No matter how slowly Jackson walked, he eventually reached the entrance.
"It's raining outside, Lillian. Don't go out. I'll leave from here." Jackson finally turned around and said to Lillian.
His hopeful eyes were fixed on Lillian, hoping she would ask him to stay a bit longer or, better yet, let him stay overnight.
At this moment, Jackson resented Ambrose's cunning.
He had wanted to drink a few glasses of wine to pretend to be drunk and stay, but Ambrose didn't give him the chance, pointing out that it wasn't safe to drink and drive and taking the wine away.
"Then we won't see you off."
Under Jackson's hopeful gaze, Lillian seemed not to understand his look at all, casually waving goodbye to him.
Jackson was stunned by the "we" from Lillian's mouth.
Ambrose had said "we" several times tonight, which was annoying but bearable.
Jackson thought it was Ambrose being self-indulgent.
But now, hearing these two words from Lillian's mouth felt like an unexpected arrow, making his heart ache.
Jackson's face instantly turned dark and gloomy. He looked deeply at Lillian and Ambrose behind her, then turned and left quickly.
Jackson's back exuded a cold and stern aura, and the door he pushed open brought in a gust of cold wind, clearly showing his displeasure and anger.
Lillian watched him leave, then turned around and couldn't help but smile slightly.
Strangely, she felt quite good.
"Ambrose, I'm going upstairs. You should rest early too," Lillian said to Ambrose.
She was about to step away when Ambrose suddenly spoke.
"I have two more meetings tonight, Lillian. Could you make me a pot of tea?"
Lillian looked at Ambrose. She actually wanted to avoid him, not wanting to be alone with him, feeling a subtle psychological pressure.
If Ambrose had asked her to drink tea with him, she could have refused, saying that drinking tea at night would keep her awake.
But since Ambrose asked her to make tea, and she had just eaten the meal he cooked, she couldn't refuse.
She nodded and said. "Your health has just recovered, and tea can irritate the stomach. If it's not urgent, you should postpone it."
Ambrose's eyes showed a hint of a smile, "These two video meetings have already been postponed due to my hospitalization. Lillian, just make me a cup."
"Okay."
They went to the small tea room on the first floor.
When Lillian was with the Frane family, Lyra loved tea, so Lillian had studied tea-making a lot and even got a tea master certificate in her spare time.
Later, in Seaspring Valley City, she often made tea for her grandparents.
When Ambrose and Oberon discussed matters, Lillian often listened while making tea.
She was already very skilled, her movements graceful and smooth, and soon placed a cup of tea in front of Ambrose.
The shallow tea cup was simply carved with a cluster of bamboo, and the light green tea emitted a faint fragrance.
It was pleasing to the eye, but what complemented it even more was the hand holding the tea cup.
Her slender hand, without any nail polish, was clean and neat.
Just as Lillian was about to let go, Ambrose suddenly raised his hand, his large and strong hand covering Lillian's.
The tea in the cup swayed slightly.
Lillian's heart tightened a bit, and she looked up at Ambrose.
Through the mist rising from the tea, Ambrose's eyes were clear but carried a rare aggressiveness.
"Lillian, have you accepted him again?" Ambrose asked in a low voice.
Tonight, there was an invisible intimacy and tacit understanding between Lillian and Jackson, even though there was no physical contact, it seemed like they were deliberately avoiding suspicion.
There was no lack of eye contact between them.
Lillian didn't expect Ambrose to ask this question directly. She had hidden it from Oberon and Flora to avoid worrying them.
But she didn't intend to hide it from Ambrose and even wanted to make it clear.
So, her eyes only showed a moment of surprise before they settled down, "I..."
However, before she could speak, Ambrose seemed to know what she was going to say and interrupted her, saying in a deep voice.
"Lillian, I don't know what he did to make you open your heart to him again so quickly. But those who are favored always act recklessly. Have you forgotten the harm he caused you before?"
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