Chapter 831
Star pursed her lips and said, "Maybe I should just crash on the couch in the study."
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "What? Scared of nightmares? Taylor was a sweet kid. Whenever I miss him, I sleep in this room and dream about him every night."
"Really? I wouldn't have nightmares. It's just that the room's a mess."
"No need to clean up. The bed's fine; just pull off the white sheet and you're good. Aren't you worried about Logan waking up in the middle of the night? This room's closest to the master bedroom."
With Jackson saying this much, Star felt she couldn't refuse without seeming insincere.
She nodded and smiled, "Alright, as long as you don't mind me staying in Taylor's room for the night."
Jackson withdrew his gaze and started to leave, but Star suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
"Jackson, I came here in a hurry and didn't bring any pajamas. Could you lend me some clothes?"
Jackson's gaze fell, finally resting on Star's hand clutching his sleeve.
Star felt his look was filled with disdain, as if she were something dirty.
She shrank her fingers back, biting her lip in frustration.
"I..."
Before Star could finish, Jackson coldly said, "Star, stop with your little schemes. If it weren't for Logan, you wouldn't even be able to step foot in the Peace Mansion today. A woman should have self-respect."
His last sentence was lightly mocking, barely hiding his scorn and contempt.
Star's face turned red instantly. She knew Jackson must have overheard what she said to Lillian earlier.
Her eyes reddened again, wanting to explain further, but Jackson shook off her hand and walked away.
Star watched his extremely cold back, clenching her fists tightly, feeling incredibly anxious.
With Jackson's current attitude of rejection and wariness, she had no way to get close to him, let alone anything else.
Frowning, Star turned and went downstairs.
Jackson went to the guest room next door. After showering, he was drying his hair when there was a gentle knock on the door.
Jackson walked over and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"
Outside, Star held a cup of hot milk. Hearing his voice, she tried to turn the doorknob to enter.
But the next second, Star realized the door was locked; she couldn't open it.
The sound of the lock was particularly clear in the silent hallway, like a slap in Star's face.
It was obvious who the lock was meant to keep out.
Star tightly gripped the doorknob, angrily wanting to break it. She spoke in a gentle voice.
"Jackson, I couldn't sleep and made a cup of hot milk. I brought you a cup..."
Before Star could finish, the door opened.
Jackson stood inside, wrapped in a bathrobe, the collar slightly loose, revealing a small part of his collarbone and the clear outline of his chest muscles.
Star's heart skipped a beat, and her face immediately turned red.
She extended the milk forward and took a step inside.
"The milk is just the right temperature."
Star pretended to trip on the carpet at the door, her body stumbling forward.
In her imagination, she would fall into Jackson's arms, holding the milk cup.
Some milk would spill onto Jackson's bathrobe, and she would then frantically wipe it off.
Her fingers would touch Jackson's skin under the bathrobe, and she believed she could ignite a spark.
After all, Jackson was in his prime, and since his divorce from Lillian, he hadn't been with any woman.
And tonight, Jackson and Lillian showering separately indicated they hadn't reconciled.
But imagination is just that—imagination. In the silent night, a sharp scream suddenly echoed.
Accompanied by a heavy thud, Star's embarrassing fall shattered her fantasies.
The glass cup broke, milk spilled all over her and the floor, and her hand was cut by the glass, causing a sharp pain.
Star wanted to scream again but felt Jackson's cold and disdainful gaze above her.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that even if Jackson had dodged, she could have steadied herself.
But it seemed something else had tripped her quickly?
Just as Star was overwhelmed with shame and anger, the last voice she wanted to hear sounded.
"What's going on here, Ms. Price? Screaming in the middle of the night—are you here to take care of Logan or to make sure he doesn't sleep too soundly?"
Lillian had finished her shower, wearing a bathrobe similar to Jackson's. Her skin was pink and moist, her posture relaxed and comfortable, a stark contrast to Star's current disheveled state.
Star propped herself up and turned her head, seeing Jackson take a step towards Lillian at the door, seriously explaining.
"Lillian, as soon as I opened the door, Star lunged at me. I didn't let her touch even a corner of my robe. Do you want to check?"
Jackson's words left no dignity for Star.
Star's face turned red, her eyes wet.
She got up from the floor, "Jackson, I just wanted to bring you some milk. Why do you have to humiliate and misunderstand me like this?"
Star said, holding her injured hand, angrily passing by Lillian, holding back tears as she stubbornly returned to her room.
After she closed the door, Lillian looked at Jackson.
Jackson wrapped his arm around her waist, his long fingers brushing her still slightly wet hair.
"Why didn't you dry your hair before coming out? Worried about me? Afraid your boyfriend might be touched by another woman?"
Jackson expected Lillian to deny it again, but to his surprise, she nodded.
"Yes! Let me check if you're still clean."
Lillian said, tugging at Jackson's bathrobe collar, slightly standing on tiptoe, and really sniffing his exposed skin.
Her warm breath brushed against his still damp skin, and Jackson felt his heart being wrapped in delicate threads.
The other end of the thread was in her hand, pulling tight or loose, making his heart beat faster.
Jackson's eyes darkened, and he turned, pressing Lillian against the door, lowering his head to kiss her red lips.
The door creaked under the pressure, making a dull sound.
Meanwhile, Star leaned against her room door, looking down at her bleeding finger.
The cut from the broken glass was on the edge of her finger. She thought Jackson would bring her some medicine.
But Star listened carefully to the sounds outside, and there were no footsteps coming her way.
Until she heard a strange sound of the door being bumped, Star quietly opened her door a bit to peek outside.
She saw Jackson pressing Lillian against the door, kissing her. Jackson's tall figure almost completely covered Lillian's petite frame.
Only Lillian's slender, alluring leg was visible between Jackson's legs, trembling.
The kiss was intense.
Star clenched her fingers, her eyes filled with jealousy. The glass shards in her injured hand dug deeper, causing more blood to flow.
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