Chapter 825
Was it just her imagination, or did Lillian really see a resemblance between Jackson and Logan's facial features?
She blinked and looked again, but Logan suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks, clearly upset by Jackson's outburst.
Lillian didn't have time to think about anything else. She quickly pushed Jackson aside, scooped Logan out of the water, and began to soothe him.
"Don't cry, baby, don't cry. That man was too mean. We don't need him. I'll make him leave, okay? Out, out."
She shot Jackson a reproachful look.
Jackson's patience was already at its limit. If Lillian hadn't been there, he would have dealt with Logan's tantrum differently.
But seeing Logan's tears and Lillian's angry, clear eyes, he couldn't muster any anger.
Jackson rubbed his nose.
"You can't handle this alone. Logan, be good. I won't be mean to you anymore. Just cooperate and take your bath. Look, Lillian's all wet. What if she gets sick?"
He pointed at Lillian.
The weather in Miracalia was still chilly despite the approaching spring. Lillian's thin sweater clung to her, wet and uncomfortable.
But she didn't care, focused on calming Logan.
Logan followed Jackson's gaze to Lillian. Whether he understood or not, he stopped crying and sat quietly in her arms.
Lillian put Logan back in the water, and he didn't fuss again.
But Logan was clearly holding a grudge. As soon as he sat in the tub, he turned his back to Jackson, refusing to look at him.
Lillian stifled a laugh. They hurried to finish Logan's bath, dry him off, and get him into his pajamas. It felt like they'd fought a battle.
Both Lillian and Jackson were a mess, and they couldn't help but laugh when they looked at each other.
Lillian tapped Logan's little nose. "This is all your doing. Now go to sleep and stop causing trouble."
Logan seemed reluctant to sleep. He lay in bed, looking at Lillian and then at Jackson, yawning but refusing to close his eyes.
"He won't sleep. You go shower and change. I'll put him to bed."
Jackson covered Logan's eyes with his large hand. Logan struggled, but Jackson held firm.
Lillian was speechless.
This was Jackson's idea of putting a child to sleep?
She wasn't convinced.
"I'll put him to bed. You—"
Jackson interrupted her in a low voice.
"Go shower and change, be good." His eyes darkened as they swept over her nearly soaked chest, raising an eyebrow.
"Or do you want me to help you undress?"
Lillian felt like Jackson's gaze was burning through her clothes. She quickly headed for the bathroom.
She slipped inside, locked the door, and Jackson's dissatisfied grunt followed her.
When he turned back, Logan was already asleep, his eyes tightly shut.
Jackson chuckled softly and poked Logan's cheek.
"Heartless."
It was unclear who he was talking about.
In the bathroom, Lillian took off her wet sweater and started running the bathwater. She suddenly remembered she hadn't told Ambrose she was running late.
Her phone had been on silent since the hospital, and she wondered if Ambrose was worried.
Pressing her ear to the door, she listened for any sounds. Hearing none, she peeked out. Jackson was gone, and Logan was asleep on the bed, surrounded by pillows to prevent him from rolling off.
Relieved, Lillian stepped out. Her phone was in her bag on the sofa.
She tiptoed over, not wanting to wake Logan.
Seeing several missed calls from Ambrose and two from Max, she felt guilty.
She quickly turned to call Max, wondering if something had happened.
Switching to Facebook, she decided to send Ambrose a quick message to let him know she was okay.
But as she turned, she bumped into a solid chest. Jackson's familiar scent enveloped her, carrying a sense of danger.
His voice came from above her.
"Brother? Who are you messaging on Facebook?"
Jackson's voice was low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine.
Lillian looked up, worried he'd wake Logan, and instinctively covered his mouth.
Jackson took her phone from her hand, raising an eyebrow at the Facebook screen.
Ambrose's profile picture was a group photo on a sunny mountaintop. Two elderly people stood in the middle, supported by a young man and woman on either side.
The elderly couple looked at the distant mountains, while the young man and woman gazed at each other, smiling.
The elderly couple was Oberon and Flora, and the young man and woman were Ambrose and Lillian.
The photo radiated warmth, making anyone who saw it think they were a happy family.
Jackson wished he could tear the photo to pieces with his eyes.
He'd only been away from Miracalia for four months, but it felt like he'd missed so much, like Lillian had shared many experiences with another man.
And the "Brother" nickname on Facebook used to be his.
Jackson glanced at Lillian, who blinked, feeling guilty.
She'd changed Ambrose's nickname when she was in Seaspring Valley City, but had forgotten to change it back.
Jackson scrolled through her Facebook.
Great.
He wasn't her special contact, her pinned friend, and his name was just "Jackson."
Jackson laughed, a cold sound even with Lillian's hand over his mouth.
His breath was warm on her fingers, but she felt a chill down her spine.
Before she could react, Jackson's hand was on her waist, pulling her to the door and pinning her against the wall.
In the dim light, the phone's glow highlighted Jackson's sharp, stern profile.
His brow furrowed, exuding a mix of pressure and allure.
"Ms. Young, being your boyfriend is quite unsettling."
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