Chapter 854
Jackson had a deep, dreamless sleep. When he woke up, he instinctively reached out his arm.
But his embrace was empty.
Jackson's eyes flew open in alarm. He found himself alone in the hospital bed, the space beside him vacant.
Lillian was nowhere to be seen.
Jackson threw off the covers, his expression darkening. Just as he was about to call out, the door to the room opened, and a familiar figure appeared.
"Hey, you're awake?"
Lillian had changed into a long coat. She looked thinner than she had a couple of days ago, the coat's belt cinched tight around her waist, making her seem even more fragile.
Seeing her, Jackson's tense expression softened, though a flicker of concern passed through his eyes.
He got out of bed and walked over to her, his tall frame moving swiftly.
"Why'd you go out? You should be resting, not wandering around."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, his warm palm touching Lillian's forehead.
She had developed severe pneumonia from water in her lungs and had been running a high fever for the past two days and nights.
Her forehead felt cool to the touch, and Jackson let out a small sigh of relief. He bent down, scooping Lillian up and carrying her back to the bed.
Lillian allowed him to fuss over her, enjoying his tender care. She explained, "I hadn't contacted my family in two days. Grandpa and Grandma were probably worried sick. I didn't go far, just found a spot to video call them."
As she spoke, she untied the belt of her coat.
With the coat open, Jackson saw that she was still wearing her hospital gown underneath.
Watching her undress, Jackson's eyes darkened.
He leaned over, one hand braced on the bed's railing beside her, his voice husky. "Let me."
Jackson reached out, helping her remove the coat.
Lillian didn't sense anything amiss at first, nodding in cooperation. But as Jackson unbuttoned the coat, his hand slipped inside her loose hospital gown, his touch warm against her skin.
Lillian's eyes widened as she realized Jackson's intentions.
She grabbed his hand, leaning back to avoid him. "Jackson, this isn't the place."
The room was empty, but it still felt too risky to her.
Jackson's hand moved over her back. "After a high fever, your body must be aching. I'm just giving you a massage, nothing more."
Lillian's body did feel sore and weak. Jackson's hand moved to her shoulder blades, pressing and kneading.
Lillian almost let out a moan of relief. Jackson watched her expression. "Does that feel good?"
Lillian nodded slightly. "Yeah, it does feel better."
She rested her forehead on Jackson's shoulder. "My left side hurts more. Can you focus there?"
"Sure thing." Jackson's hand moved along her spine, pressing and kneading.
He asked, "You've lost so much weight. Didn't your grandparents suspect anything when you disappeared for two days?"
Lillian smiled softly against his shoulder. "Thanks to Ambrose. He told Grandpa I was with Shirley at an escape room event where they took our phones. Grandpa trusts Ambrose completely, so he didn't suspect a thing. As for the weight loss, Grandpa did ask about it. I told him I'd get it back in a few days. He said he'd check my progress daily."
Jackson's voice grew even huskier. "You've lost too much weight. I prefer you with a bit more to hold onto."
Lillian, feeling drowsy from the massage, didn't immediately catch his meaning. When she did, she blushed and bit his shoulder lightly. "Stop it! That's not where you need to massage!"
At some point, Jackson's hand had moved to the front.
Now aware, Lillian's skin heated up. She glanced nervously at the door, afraid someone might walk in.
Jackson, however, continued his teasing, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm the masseur. I decide where to massage."
The heat in his breath sent shivers down her spine.
Lillian bit him again, pushing him away. She fell back onto the pillow, glaring at him with red cheeks. "You're a liar! A pervert!"
Jackson's eyes darkened further. He grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed. "It's been years, Lillian. Don't you miss it?"
Lillian's face burned. "Years? What years?"
Jackson chuckled. "Feels like a lifetime, baby."
Lillian was speechless.
He was so close, his body heat and breath enveloping her.
Lillian felt herself weakening under his deliberate seduction.
Especially after their recent brush with death, her emotions were heightened, her body more sensitive.
But just as they were about to give in to their desires, there was a knock on the door.
Lillian's mind cleared slightly, and she looked towards the door.
Jackson, however, seemed unfazed, his lips trailing down her neck. "Ignore it. They'll go away."
But the knocking persisted, growing more urgent.
Lillian feared the person outside would burst in any second.
And if it was a doctor, they were wasting valuable time.
She bit her lip. "No, we can't."
Lillian pulled her hand from Jackson's grasp, covering his mouth. "Shh, we really can't."
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