Chapter 832
The night was quiet, and the moonlight poured in like a gentle stream.
Lillian and Jackson lay on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, with little Logan nestled between them.
Logan had that sweet, milky baby scent that was so comforting.
As soon as Lillian lay down, Logan, like he was searching for his mom, kicked his tiny legs and rolled into Lillian's arms.
Lillian's eyes snapped open, a flicker of panic and helplessness in her gaze.
She raised her hand, unsure of where to place it.
Lillian was terrified of putting her hand in the wrong spot and hurting the soft little Logan, who was so tiny that her hand froze in mid-air.
A large hand suddenly lifted and grasped Lillian's suspended hand, intertwining their fingers and guiding her hand to Logan's head, placing it gently beside the pillow.
Because of Jackson's action, Lillian turned slightly, ending up in a complete side-sleeping position.
Jackson was also lying on his side, and in the darkness, they faced each other across Logan.
In the dark, Lillian could see the blurry outline of his face and the bright light in his deep eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment, and Jackson, holding Lillian's hand, gently tapped her hand in a rhythmic pattern.
It was their unique way of saying goodnight.
A wave of indescribable emotion washed over Lillian, and she responded by tapping Jackson's hand in the same way before closing her eyes.
She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, that she would be plagued by nightmares and haunted by memories of that night.
But none of that happened. Lillian's breathing soon became long and peaceful.
In the room across the hall, Star was not as comfortable.
Her hand was injured, causing her pain and jealousy.
Star took out her phone and walked towards the balcony, dialing a number.
The call was answered quickly, and Star spoke in a low voice.
"I'm on the east balcony of the mansion now. Come over, and make sure to get a clear shot."
Star hung up the phone and quickly adjusted her clothes, pulling down her collar and letting her hair down to cover the bandage on her forehead.
Star leaned lazily against the railing, glancing back, then moved a cabinet in the room and partially drew the curtains, creating a shadow that looked like someone standing in the room.
She planned to make a few fake gestures towards the room's darkness, hoping to create the illusion of Jackson standing in the shadows, flirting with her.
Unfortunately, Jackson was too wary of her, making it impossible to capture any intimate moments.
But as long as she was photographed at the Peace Mansion, making people think she had moved in, it would still have some effect.
Star finished setting up and looked outside, but she waited for a long time, the cold wind chilling her neck, and the person she had arranged to take the photos hadn't shown up.
They had agreed that when the person arrived, they would flash their phone light from a distance to signal her.
Star grew impatient and was about to call again when she realized her phone had no signal.
She walked around, trying several times, but couldn't make a call.
Star was puzzled and glanced downstairs, spotting a small figure running past.
But this was the Peace Mansion; where could a child have come from?
Star closed her eyes tightly and looked again, but the yard was empty, not a single shadow in sight.
She must have been mistaken, but just as she relaxed, she heard the faint sound of a child crying from downstairs.
"Logan? Who's down there?!"
Star's face turned pale, especially since Logan was supposed to be sleeping in the master bedroom across the hall. Even if Logan woke up, the crying couldn't be coming from downstairs. Star felt a chill run down her spine.
Then the faint crying turned into a child's laughter.
The alternating crying and laughing were even more terrifying than just crying.
Star hugged herself, looking around in fear, feeling the eerie atmosphere, the trees casting ghostly shadows.
She abandoned her plan to take photos and ran inside, closing the balcony door. She rushed to the door, trying to open it.
But the door wouldn't budge.
Star realized she was locked in the room. She pulled harder, thinking of banging on the door, but then she heard the sound of running outside.
The footsteps were clearly those of a child, different from an adult's.
The running came closer to the door, and Star, terrified, let go of the handle and looked down.
Light seeped through the gap under the door, the hallway light flickering, shadows moving, and then a crimson liquid slowly seeped in.
Star's white disposable slippers quickly became stained with an eerie red.
"No! Don't come in, I'm not! Don't find me!"
Star smelled the faint scent of blood in the air.
She was paralyzed with fear, her voice trembling.
Her head injury made her feel dizzy, cold sweat covering her body, on the verge of fainting.
The response to Star's plea was more clear laughter.
Star, in pain and terror, covered her ears and backed away, tripping and falling to the floor.
She fell hard, wishing she could pass out.
But despite the dizziness, she remained conscious.
Star looked around in horror, the furniture covered in white cloths, as if something could emerge from them and drag her into a nightmare.
Thinking of the room Jackson and Lillian had prepared for their deceased baby son, Star felt a chill seep into her bones.
Star curled up on the floor, trembling.
Babies often don't sleep through the night.
Lillian was prepared to be woken by Logan's cries, but when she woke up, she realized it was already light.
She blinked, feeling a soft bundle in her arms and a warm, safe embrace around her.
Lillian's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.
She was met with a pair of pure, big eyes.
It was Logan.
Logan was awake in her arms, not crying or fussing, just staring at Lillian with curious, innocent eyes.
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