Chapter 867
Lillian gasped and quickly leaned over to help Lyra, rubbing her chest while anxiously saying, "Grandma, what are you talking about? Don't jinx it!"
As she spoke, Lillian grabbed Lyra's hand and forcefully pulled it, intertwining their hands with Jackson's, and knocked twice on the bedside table.
"Lillian, don't be scared. Everyone has their time. I just really want to see you and Jackson have another child, to see you both..."
"Grandma, don't worry. Jackson and I..."
Lillian looked into Lyra's old, dim eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. At this moment, if Lyra asked her to jump off a building, she would seriously consider it. Lyra just wanted her and Jackson to be happy.
She was about to agree with Lyra when Jackson suddenly interrupted her, saying to Lyra, "Enough already. Can't you see you're scaring her?"
Lillian was stunned, looking at Jackson in surprise, then at Lyra lying on the hospital bed. If Lyra were truly on the brink, Jackson wouldn't be acting this way.
Sure enough, the next second, Lyra's weak and sickly face regained its vitality, and her dim eyes sparkled with energy.
Lyra suddenly grabbed the medicine bottle from the bedside table and threw it at Jackson, angrily saying, "You ungrateful brat! If it weren't for Lillian's accident, you would have kept me in the dark, treating me like a deaf and blind person. I ended up in the hospital because of you! If anyone scared Lillian, it was you, not me! Who am I worrying myself sick for? You ungrateful little punk!"
Unable to win back his wife, she had to put on an act. Was it easy for her? And now this brat exposed her, making her lose face at her age.
Lyra glared at Jackson, but he remained unfazed. Jackson bent down to pick up the medicine bottle from the floor and put it back on the table, saying, "Lillian has already agreed to be my girlfriend. We're progressing well, so there's no need for this."
Lyra turned to Lillian, her eyes bright. "Lillian, is this true?"
Lillian, still shaken by Lyra's earlier actions, couldn't quite recover.
Facing Lyra's now spirited gaze, she didn't answer directly but pretended to be angry, saying, "Grandma, how could you scare me like that? Aren't I your favorite granddaughter?"
Lyra felt guilty. If she had known Lillian had already agreed to be Jackson's girlfriend, she wouldn't have needed to put on such an act. But she wouldn't admit it.
She quickly held Lillian's hand, saying, "Lillian, Grandma was just testing Jackson for you, to see if he would still try to deceive you. It turns out he's made some progress, don't you think?"
Lillian was speechless, as well as Jackson..
Lillian thought to herself, 'You sure know how to cover for yourself.'
Despite her thoughts, Lillian wouldn't argue with Lyra. She nodded, "I knew it. Grandma wouldn't scare me. You tested him well, and luckily, he couldn't resist the temptation. He's made some progress."
Lillian smiled at Jackson, who smiled helplessly. Though Lyra wasn't seriously ill, she had fainted once and undergone numerous tests at the hospital, leaving her exhausted. Lillian coaxed Lyra to rest and left the room with Jackson.
Holding hands, they walked towards Lillian's room. Lillian looked up at Jackson, curiously asking, "Why did you call Grandma out like that?"
If Jackson hadn't exposed Lyra, and Lyra had asked them to get married today, Lillian might have agreed. Wasn't this Jackson's dream come true? Though it felt a bit narcissistic to think this way, Jackson had indeed been eager to remarry her.
Jackson looked down at Lillian, his deep eyes filled with tenderness. He seriously said, "I do dream of us remarrying soon, but I want you to do it willingly, not because you're tricked or pressured."
Lillian's eyes flickered, feeling a ripple in her heart. "What if I never make up my mind and never want to remarry?"
She had agreed to be Jackson's girlfriend but hadn't thought about taking it further. She wasn't ready for marriage, and thinking about their past failed marriage made her instinctively reject the idea.
She looked steadily at Jackson, who had a gentle light in his eyes.
Jackson cupped her face, bending down to meet her gaze, seriously saying, "If you never want to, then I'll just be your boyfriend forever. Whenever we can remarry. As long as I'm your only boyfriend."
Lillian laughed, playfully hitting him. "I hadn't thought of that. Boyfriends can be multiple, right? I should find a few more with different styles..."
She hadn't finished speaking when Jackson wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Jackson's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a hint of danger.
“What kind are you looking for?”
Lillian blinked slowly. "I need a sunny type, a gentle type, and a brooding type…"Before she could finish, Jackson lifted her by the waist, spinning her around and hoisting her onto his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Put me down!"
Lillian whispered, hitting Jackson's back. They were in the hospital hallway, and this floor was heavily guarded. Even if she couldn't see them, she felt the eyes watching from all directions.
As she spoke, Jackson slapped her butt. The hallway was so quiet that the sound seemed to echo to the end of the corridor. Lillian blushed, stopping her struggle, and covered her face with her hair.
Jackson carried her towards her room, his voice low, "Didn't you want someone brooding? I can be that, too."
As they spoke, Jackson pushed open the hospital room door, carrying her inside and tossing her onto the bed. He loosened his tie, his expression grim as he approached her.
Lillian watched as the tie wound around his long fingers, his brows furrowed with a cold, sinister look. She swallowed nervously.
"I was just joking, I..."
Lillian scooted back on the bed, trying to move towards the headboard. Before she could reach safety, Jackson leaned over, his large hand gripping her ankle and pulling her towards him.
Lillian let out a startled cry, finding herself lying flat on the bed, pulled close to Jackson. The loose hospital gown shifted, revealing her slender waist and ankles in the sunlight.
Jackson's eyes darkened as he bent down, his hand grasping both of her ankles, gently rubbing them. He looked up at her, his expression dangerous. "Joking? Too late! Some jokes aren't meant to be taken lightly."
"I was wrong, I..."
Lillian frantically tried to pull her gown down, but Jackson's wicked smile made her shiver. He looked like a madman capable of anything.
Goosebumps spread from Lillian's ankles, and Jackson noticed, smiling again as he spoke in a low, soft voice. "You like this, don't you? So contradictory. How should I punish you, my dear?"
Lillian was speechless. Jackson wrapped his black tie around her slender ankles, pulling it towards the bed frame. Was he serious? Was he going to tie her to the bed?
Lillian panicked, struggling and pleading. "I was wrong! I won't joke like that again! Please, I only want you!"
The feeling of the tie around her ankles was unmistakable. Lillian closed her eyes, almost in tears. If she could go back two minutes, she would remove the last option of a brooding type.
She had mentioned a sunny type, too. Why didn't he play that role?
As Lillian's thoughts wandered, a shadow fell over her. She opened her eyes to see Jackson had released her ankles and was now leaning over her. The dangerous look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a gentle, clear light.
His deep eyes were like a calm lake touched by a spring breeze, drawing her in and making her feel like she could melt into them. Lillian's heart, still racing from the earlier scare, now beat faster for a different reason.
Jackson's smile was warm, almost like a refined gentleman. He seemed like a different person. If it weren't for the tie still binding her ankles, Lillian might have thought she imagined everything.
"You..."
She began, but Jackson cupped her face, saying, "Be good. Repeat what you just said."
Lillian, feeling enchanted, blushed and said softly, "I don't want anyone else, only you. No one compares to you."
Jackson was satisfied. He raised an eyebrow, kissed her lips, and then stood up, flicking her forehead lightly. "That's my girl."
Now his expression was normal, his usual mix of laziness and noble air, neither too grim nor too tender.
As Lillian regained her composure, Jackson stood up from the bed, saying, "Rest well. I need to go out."
Lillian hadn't fully recovered from Jackson's role-playing when he turned to leave. She quickly said, "You're just going to leave? Untie me first!"
She moved her legs, but Jackson didn't look back, saying, "Figure it out yourself."
Jackson reached the door, pulling it open. Lillian, frustrated, called out, "Why didn't you play the sunny type for me? Don't run away, I'll wait for you to come back and act it out!"
Jackson probably couldn't play that role, especially not in front of Lillian. Without looking back, he quickened his pace and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Lillian chuckled, preparing to untie her ankles. She was flexible from dancing, so this wasn't difficult for her. But as she looked down, she realized Jackson hadn't tied her legs to the bed frame, just bound her ankles together with a beautiful black silk bow.
Lillian smiled, looking at the bow.
Meanwhile, Jackson left the hospital, where Terry was waiting with the car. Jackson got in, and the car turned away from the hospital. Terry glanced at Jackson in the rearview mirror, slightly surprised. He had expected Jackson to be furious after Lyra's fainting spell, but he seemed calm.
"Everything you asked for is done. You were right, there was something suspicious about it."
Jackson's expression remained indifferent, clearly only interested in the results. Terry didn't elaborate further.
Forty minutes later, Jackson arrived at Hilltop Mansion with a group of men, exuding a menacing aura.
Kenneth was home, and when the servants heard the commotion, they reported to him in the bedroom where he was personally helping Ruby with her medication.
Ruby looked pale and sickly, holding a handful of pills. Kenneth handed her a glass of water, saying, "Take them one at a time."
"Taking pills like meals every day makes me nauseous. I'll take them all at once."
Ruby said, swallowing the pills. Kenneth, looking concerned, handed her the water.
Just then, a servant rushed in, panicked. "Something's wrong! Mr. Frane has arrived with a group of black-clad bodyguards, and it looks like they're ready to fight."
It was terrifying—a group of black-clad men had stormed in, controlling all the servants in the villa. No one knew what they were planning.
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