Chapter 804
"I'm fine, just let me get out of the car."
As soon as Lillian sat down, Jackson lifted her directly.
Before Lillian could react, she found herself sitting steadily on his strong thighs, and her silk blouse was easily pulled out from her skirt and pushed up.
"Whether you're fine or not isn't up to you to decide. Let me check. If you're fine, I'll let you get out of the car. Why are you so anxious and nervous?"
Jackson said, looking at Lillian with a meaningful gaze, "Are you thinking about something dirty?"
Lillian felt he was slandering her. She glared at him and urged impatiently. "If you're going to check, do it quickly."
Jackson raised an eyebrow, "Suddenly so enthusiastic?"
Lillian was at a loss for words.
He had a way with words, making her so angry!
Seeing her puffed-up cheeks, her delicate and beautiful face showing both the charm of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman, Jackson's eyes deepened, and he looked away.
But when he saw the large bruise on her waist, the emotions in his eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only heartache and coldness.
"How did you get this bruise? You call this nothing?"
"It's nothing, I just happened to bump into the corner of a table, it doesn't even hurt that much... Ah!"
Before Lillian could finish her sentence, Jackson's large hand pressed on the bruise. Without using much force, just a light press made Lillian feel the pain.
Jackson chuckled, "You need to massage the bruise out, otherwise you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
After saying that, he didn't care about Lillian's reaction and directly ordered Terry to drive.
Half an hour later, Jackson brought Lillian back to the Peace Mansion.
Returning to this place felt like a lifetime ago, but the Peace Mansion seemed unchanged, just like before.
No, there were some changes.
Some small details had changed, like two new paintings by Jackson on the wall.
The decorations on the table which used to be Jackson's collectibles and commemorative models from Star Group.
But now, there were more artistic decorations that reflected the preferences of a female owner.
On the low table by the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a vase with a bouquet of green roses, just like the ones she had left behind a long time ago.
Every corner and detail of this home was carefully arranged by Lillian, showing her meticulous care and management of their home.
And now, these small changes seemed to be a perfect response to her little expectations and thoughts.
She stood there, unable to take a step forward.
"Why are you standing there like a fool? Have you been away so long that you don't recognize this place?"
Jackson's low, teasing voice came from behind.
Lillian turned around and asked him, "Have you been living here all this time?"
Jackson gave her a strange look. "Where else would I live if not here?"
Although he had many properties, the Peace Mansion was their home.
It was the home where Lillian had been living, waiting for him to come back after they got married.
It was also the home Jackson believed she would find her way back to if he waited long enough.
"I'm going to get the first aid kit. You lie down on the sofa and wait for me."
Jackson ruffled Lillian's hair and walked towards the cabinet where the first aid kit was kept.
When he brought the first aid kit to the sofa, Lillian was sitting on the sofa looking at Jackson's paintings on the wall.
One of them was of Lillian dancing.
Lillian recognized it as the outfit she wore for a competition in college. In the painting, she was wearing her performance costume, leaping gracefully in mid-air, performing a difficult move as if she were truly flying.
She remembered those competitions clearly.
Jackson hadn't been there, so how could he...
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be impossible to paint it so vividly, with every small detail exactly as it was.
Seeing her confusion, Jackson opened the first aid kit, took out some medicinal wine, and explained.
"I was there that day."
Lillian was stunned, then frowned slightly.
"If you were there, why didn't you show up? No, I won the gold medal and called you immediately. You said you were busy and hung up."
He explained, "Kevin was there that day too, holding a big bouquet of roses."
This was his explanation for why he left quietly without telling Lillian he had been there.
Lillian was seventeen that year. A brother going to see his sister's performance didn't require such secrecy.
Jackson didn't go as a brother, so when he saw Kevin there with a bouquet of roses, he left quietly without saying a word.
Lillian could still remember the disappointment she felt when she couldn't find him.
She glared at Jackson, saying, "The roses were for my teacher, who loved white roses. Kevin was just holding them for me. It wasn't Kevin who was going to give it to me at all."
Jackson now knew it was a misunderstanding, but at the time, he thought Kevin was going to give the white roses to Lillian.
When Lillian took her bow, the applause was thunderous, but her gaze was fixed on Kevin in the front row.
Lillian saw Kevin holding the white roses and smiled at him, making the stage lights seem dim in comparison.
Jackson had indeed arrived late and could only watch from the back of the crowd. He turned and left, throwing the small cake he had brought for her into the trash.
"I was a bit foolish back then, overthinking things. Lillian, don't hold it against me."
Jackson's voice was slightly hoarse as he pleaded with Lillian.
Lillian huffed lightly, her ears feeling a bit warm.
"Aren't you going to apply the medicine? Hurry up."
She turned around, lifted her shirt, and lay down on the sofa with a pillow.
Jackson poured the medicinal wine, "It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
"I'm not that delicate, I can handle it. Just do it quickly!"
Lillian lay there, her body curving gracefully, her exposed waist as slender and elegant as the neck of a vase.
It was very alluring, and Lillian didn't realize how suggestive her words were.
Jackson's eyes darkened. Before even touching her body, his palm felt like it was on fire.
Jackson's Adam's apple bobbed twice, forcing himself to focus only on the bruise on Lillian's waist.
"You better keep quiet."
Lillian wanted to ask why, but Jackson's large hand pressed down and started massaging, making her moan in pain.
It was very seductive.
Jackson's thin lips pressed together, his throat feeling like it was on fire.
It was truly maddening.
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