Chapter 793
Lillian glared, "What girlfriend!"
Jackson was really pushing his luck now?
The fact was, he really was.
He even looked innocent and serious, "I'm your prospective boyfriend. To me, you're the only choice. You've been my girlfriend for a long time, and you can automatically upgrade to wife, mother of my children."
Lillian was speechless.
She just questioned him once, and Jackson had already imagined their entire life together in his head.
Lillian couldn't deal with him. Her ears flushed, she gave Jackson a look, and quickly turned and walked into the bathroom.
Jackson watched her back, a smile forming on his thin lips.
He was still here, and she felt comfortable enough to take a shower. And she said he was just a prospective boyfriend?
However, the next second.
He clearly heard the sound of the bathroom door being locked. Jackson's handsome face stiffened slightly, and he sighed.
When Lillian came out of the bathroom, Jackson was no longer in the bedroom.
The water stains and footprints on the floor had been cleaned up, the sheets had been changed, and the bed was neatly made.
Lillian glanced at the door, which seemed to still be locked.
Apparently, Jackson hadn't gone out either. She didn't know how he had cleaned the floor.
She was drying her hair and walked to the bedside to get her phone, but saw a small cake on the side table by the sofa.
Lillian walked over, somewhat surprised.
At this moment, her phone rang.
Lillian had a feeling and picked up her phone to see a message from Jackson on Facebook.
[Sugar-free cake, it's okay to eat a little, don't go to bed hungry.]
Lillian's eyes reflected the light from the screen, and she replied to him: [So you knew my dinner was taken?]
She didn't know when or how Jackson had prepared the cake, but it was clear that he had eaten most of the dinner himself, knowing she was left hungry.
So childish.
On the other side, Jackson seemed to be waiting by his phone, replying quickly.
[Making it up to you with a little cake, don't be mad.] He even included a cute emoji.
Lillian looked at the tempting little cake on the table, then at the cute emoji Jackson sent, and couldn't stay mad.
Great, now he even knows how to act cute.
But Lillian quickly thought again, Jackson clearly knew how to please and understand women, but he used to be so cold and awful, like a different person.
Doesn't that mean he knew how to do everything, but chose to be a jerk before?
Suddenly, her mood changed again, and Lillian felt a bit angry.
She snorted lightly, sent Jackson an emoji, and put down her phone to open the little cake.
Meanwhile, outside Mystic Meadows, a Maybach was quietly parked in the rain.
In the driver's seat, Jackson held his phone, looking at the angry cat emoji Lillian sent, his brows furrowed in thought.
What's going on? She seems a bit unhappy.
The rain intensified, pounding on the windshield. Jackson turned to look out the window.
Through the rain, he could vaguely see the light in Lillian's bedroom on the second floor.
Looking at that light, Jackson's brows relaxed again.
She was right there, close enough to touch.
Not like those four long months when he'd missed her so badly, not even knowing where to look for her.
He'd kept booking flights to Seaspring Valley, only to cancel them every time.
He was also afraid that if he went, saw her, he wouldn't be able to control the urge to bring her back.
Fortunately, she came back and was willing to give him another chance.
Jackson's eyes flicked back to his phone, and for a moment, he thought getting hit on the head wasn't so bad after all. He smirked.
Only when the light in Lillian's room finally went out did he set his phone down.
He didn't start the car. Instead, he leaned the seat back, got comfortable, and shut his eyes.
The air was damp, his clothes were damp, and he felt a bit cold.
Jackson opened his eyes again, looking for something to cover himself with, glancing around.
There was a suit jacket under the passenger seat, an expensive custom suit that was now dirty, used as a rag to clean the floor, crumpled into a ball.
Other than that, there was nothing in the car to cover himself with.
Finally, Jackson reached for the big teddy bear in the back seat, reluctantly hugging it.
"Tonight, let's squeeze together and keep each other warm."
The bear's eyes were wide, looking silly, but its furry body was quite warm.
Lillian slept well, without any dreams.
She had been worried about thunderstorms at night, as she hadn't overcome her fear of stormy nights.
But unexpectedly, the rain fell gently and considerately all night.
The next morning, Lillian woke up, opened the curtains, and saw the lush greenery outside—the rain had cleared up.
She stretched and went to the bathroom to freshen up, unaware that someone had been parked outside the villa all night, only leaving half an hour ago.
Jackson went straight to the office, freshened up and changed in the lounge, and Terry was already waiting.
As they walked to the employee cafeteria, Terry ran through the day's schedule.
In the elevator, Terry glanced at his boss, sensing he was in a good mood today. He seized the moment and said, "Mr. Frane, we've got a personnel change doc that needs your signature. Ronnie got reported—turns out there's a laundry list of issues with him."
Jackson remembered Ronnie, a rather slick and shrewd person.
He looked at Terry, knowing that such personnel changes required his signature for final confirmation.
But if there were no other issues, Terry wouldn't have mentioned it specifically.
He raised an eyebrow, and Terry nervously swallowed.
"I found out that Ronnie had an unpleasant encounter with Mrs. Frane a couple of days ago."
Jackson's expression darkened as it clicked. "That time in the elevator?"
"Yes, that day Mrs. Frane wasn't here to see you, but to represent The Kelly Media to discuss our Star Group's tenth-anniversary event."
Terry recounted how Lillian was troubled by Ronnie and even driven away by security.
Jackson's handsome face grew darker and more unpleasant, the air in the elevator seemed to become extremely thin.
Terry broke out in a cold sweat, "I asked, the two security guards didn't lay a hand on Mrs. Frane, she wasn't hurt, just..."
A bit embarrassed and wronged.
Jackson didn't intend to blame the security guards, he just said coldly, "Is Ronnie stupid, believing whatever Star says?"
Jackson recalled Ronnie's strange reaction in the elevator that day.
For a second, he thought she'd come to see him, and he got so caught up in the moment, he didn't stop to think it through.
Lillian wouldn't just show up out of the blue like that. And even if she did, she'd give him a heads-up first.
Those days of her surprising him were long gone.
Jackson let out a quiet sigh, telling Terry, "Ronnie's not that dumb. Star's got her hand in this somehow. Dig deeper."
Terry nodded. "Got it."
Jackson added, "Clear your morning schedule—this takes priority."
Terry was helpless.
He felt that once Jackson won Lillian back, he could open a detective agency.
But for the sake of his tenth villa, he thought he could be even better.
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