Chapter 889
Lillian looked up, and the smile in Jackson's eyes slowly disappeared.
Her eyes were misty, like she was on the verge of tears.
Jackson's breath caught, realizing he might have pushed too far.
He swallowed hard, stepped forward, and wrapped an arm around Lillian's waist, guiding her to her bedroom door.
He pulled her inside, shut the door, and pressed her against it in one swift motion.
"Why are you crying? Do you really want to marry me that badly?"
Jackson bent down slightly, lifting Lillian's small face with his warm hand, his thumb gently caressing the soft, reddened skin near her eyes. His voice was unexpectedly gentle.
Lillian's eyelashes fluttered, catching a bit of moisture, making her long lashes glisten like a bird's wet wings, evoking a sense of pity.
Jackson's heart softened, and he leaned in to kiss her soft, rosy lips.
But just as he got close, Lillian spoke softly.
"Leave, Jackson. I've made up my mind. We should break up."
At the same time, her hands pushed against his shoulders.
Her push was weak, barely noticeable to him, but Jackson felt as if his shoulder blades were being crushed.
His body felt like it was being trampled, the dull pain quickly spreading to his heart.
He stiffened, his breathing becoming erratic.
"Say that again!"
Lillian could feel the sudden coldness emanating from Jackson. Her hands instinctively curled up, feeling a bit panicked.
But she turned her head away, letting out a light hum.
"My grandpa doesn't approve, and your talk with him didn't go well. So this is the only way. After all, a relationship without family blessings won't end well, right?"
Before she could finish, Jackson suddenly bit down on her neck without mercy.
Lillian gasped in pain, angrily clenching her fists and hitting him.
But Jackson seemed to have lost his mind, letting her hit him without feeling any pain.
"Jackson, let go! You can't just bite me like that, you're not a dog!"
Lillian shouted in frustration, her hands moving from hitting his shoulders to grabbing his head.
Her fingers tangled in his short, stiff hair, pulling hard.
"Stop, it hurts!"
She felt like he might have broken the skin on her neck.
Whether it was her cries of pain that finally woke Jackson up, or her pulling on his recently injured scalp, he suddenly came to his senses, letting go and lifting his head.
Lillian glared at him, her angry words stuck in her throat when she saw the redness in his deep eyes.
She stared at him, blinking slowly, "Actually, I..."
She felt guilty, her lips moving to explain.
Jackson's large hand cupped her chin, and he leaned down to kiss her.
Lillian saw a shadow fall over her, and her lips were captured by his burning breath.
Before she could react, Jackson's tongue forcefully parted her lips, invading her mouth with a fierce, urgent kiss.
Lillian instinctively closed her eyes, her lashes trembling, feeling enveloped by his familiar, intoxicating scent.
But then, footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Lillian immediately recognized the footsteps as Oberon's, getting closer.
Her eyes widened, her face flushing with urgency, and she patted Jackson's shoulder.
He ignored her, so she yanked his hair again.
"My grandpa..."
She tried to speak, but Jackson grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head against the door.
Lillian's body was forced to straighten, pressing even closer to him.
She widened her eyes, unable to make a sound, as Jackson pulled back slightly.
Lillian took a deep breath, just as he whispered against her lips, his breath hot.
"He's here."
His voice was low and hoarse. Before Lillian could react, his scorching lips and tongue pressed down again, kissing her even deeper and more dominantly.
At the same time, Lillian heard Oberon's footsteps stop outside her door.
Oberon was right outside!
Realizing this, Lillian felt a chill run down her spine.
She stared at Jackson, thinking he was crazy.
Oberon already disapproved and would probably kill him. What was he doing?
Just because she mentioned Oberon's disapproval and suggested breaking up, he was punishing her like this?
Her eyes were filled with fear, but she didn't dare struggle or make a sound, only biting Jackson lightly to remind him.
Jackson seemed unfazed by any pain, kissing her even more wildly, making faint, intimate sounds.
The footsteps grew louder.
Then, a knock on the door.
It was Oberon!
Lillian's body went rigid, her scalp tingling, on the verge of tears.
Jackson pulled back but didn't let go of her, instead burying his face in her neck.
His hot breath trailed up her neck, leaving a series of soft kisses.
Lillian's skin prickled with goosebumps, her heart pounding, her chest heaving, but she bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
He was being incredibly cruel, kissing her earlobe and whispering in her ear.
"Do you think your grandpa will kill me?"
Lillian wanted to curse him. If Oberon found out, he might really kill him.
He knew that and still bullied her like this. If they were caught, she wouldn't help him.
But she gritted her teeth, not making a sound, not daring to let him be discovered.
The more she trembled, trying to cover for him, the more reckless Jackson became.
His hand slid from her waist to more intimate areas.
Lillian couldn't hold back a short, soft moan.
Oberon must have heard it because his stern voice came through the door.
"Lillian?"
Lillian's eyes widened in terror, and she stomped hard on Jackson's foot.
Jackson finally stepped back.
Lillian, now free, glared at Jackson before pulling him towards the bathroom.
"Lillian, grandpa's coming in."
Lillian frantically signaled Jackson to hide, quickly fixing her clothes and hair.
"Grandpa."
Just as Oberon was about to open the door, Lillian rushed to it and opened it herself, calling out nervously.
She avoided eye contact with Oberon, quickly greeting him and then lowering her head.
Oberon glanced into the room behind her, making Lillian's back break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, Oberon didn't seem to notice anything amiss and turned his gaze back to her.
"Where is he?"
Lillian's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Oberon had figured it out or not.
She gathered her courage and said, "He just chased Kenneth away and got dirty in the process. I told him to clean up in the guest room."
Lillian wasn't sure if Oberon believed her. She feared he might check the guest room or come inside, her heart racing.
However, Oberon simply looked at her for a moment before saying, "Alright."
It seemed he wasn't going to pursue the matter further and had tacitly allowed Jackson to use the guest room.
Lillian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling guilty for lying.
She quickly took Oberon's arm. "Grandpa, let me help you back to your room to rest."
Oberon didn't refuse, and Lillian guided him to his room, her head lowered.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for letting him in without your permission, knowing how you feel. And sorry for arguing with you earlier. And sorry..."
Lillian looked up, meeting Oberon's kind, yet weary eyes. She stopped walking and bit her lip.
"Sorry for lying to you just now. He's not in the guest room, I..."
Oberon stopped, too, his gaze heavy on Lillian.
Just when Lillian thought Oberon was about to get angry, he raised his hand and patted her head.
"Grandpa's not blind or senile. Did you really think you could fool me?"
What did he mean by that?
Had Oberon heard something earlier?
Lillian's face turned red.
She stammered, unable to speak from embarrassment, silently cursing Jackson.
Oberon sighed. "Do you really like him that much?"
Lillian blushed, her expression shy.
"Grandpa and Grandma were in love for a lifetime, but it wasn't always smooth sailing. I heard you had your share of ups and downs when you were young. I think I wasn't entirely blameless in the past either. I wasn't mature enough. Grandpa, instead of starting over with someone new, why not give it another try with him? At least this time, I have my family as support. If it doesn't work out, I'll break up with him and come home. Things will be just like they are now, no loss, right?"
Lillian blinked at Oberon. "Besides, I'm not planning to remarry him right away. We'll just see how things go."
Oberon was surprised. "Not planning to remarry?"
Lillian nodded. "I'm still young. I can take my time for another three to five years."
Even five years later, Lillian would still be under thirty, not too late to marry.
But in five years, Jackson would be thirty-five or thirty-six.
Who would be holding up whom? It was hard to say.
Thinking this way, Oberon felt it wasn't such a bad idea.
He gave Lillian a reproachful look. "You're just trying to sweet-talk me."
But his tone showed he was softening, no longer angry.
He seemed to be taking a more lenient stance.
Lillian clung to Oberon's arm, playfully shaking it, then smiled and escorted him back to his room.
Flora was sleeping, so Lillian stopped at the bedroom door as Oberon gestured for her to stop.
Oberon looked at her and finally said, "Give him some medicine and tell him to leave."
Lillian was taken aback, then smiled.
"I know, Grandpa. You're just putting on a show."
Oberon didn't say anything more and went into his room.
Lillian walked lightly back to her bedroom door, reaching for the handle.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open, and a familiar large hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside forcefully.
Lillian instinctively cried out, her forehead hurting as she collided with Jackson's chest.
Before she could react, she felt herself lifted off the ground as Jackson bent down and picked her up.
Lillian instinctively wrapped her arms around Jackson's neck.
She looked up, meeting Jackson's intense gaze.
"You..."
"Shut up!"
Lillian barely opened her mouth when Jackson interrupted her in a deep voice.
He turned, holding her, and the hand supporting her bottom suddenly moved away.
Lillian felt herself falling and tightened her grip around Jackson's neck in fear.
Jackson held her with one arm, turning sideways.
Lillian didn't understand what he was doing until she heard the clear sound of the door locking.
Her eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?!"
Oberon had just allowed him to clean up and apply some medicine. What was he planning?
The sense of danger was confirmed when Jackson threw her onto the bed.
He followed, kneeling on the bed, looking down at her, his long fingers undoing his tie.
Lillian sat up in shock, trying to scoot back with her feet.
He leaned down, grabbing her slender ankle, pulling her back towards him.
A shadow fell over her as his tall, heavy body pressed down.
The bed sank, and Lillian was enveloped by his scent again, feeling his overwhelming presence.
She turned her head, speaking in a mix of shame and panic.
"Stop it! Really, I'm not ready. If my grandpa hears, he'll really kill you! Aren't you a clean freak? You're dirty and smelly, you'll mess up my bed. Go take a shower, you..."
Lillian's small mouth kept moving, showing her nervousness.
Until Jackson's large hand grabbed her cheeks, turning her face back to him.
Her lashes trembled, meeting his deep eyes.
His gaze was like a storm, hot and intense.
Jackson's voice was hoarse. "You said you wanted to break up with me. So why are you now urging me to shower? You get nervous with just a touch. What are you expecting, and what are you not ready for?"
His words pressed her, and Lillian blushed, glaring at him.
"Alright, alright, I'll be honest. I was just teasing you. I never really wanted to break up. I... Why are you biting me again?!"
Before she could finish, Jackson leaned down and bit her shoulder.
She was wearing loose loungewear, and with her struggling, the neckline opened wide.
Half of her shoulder was exposed, making it easier for him.
Lillian whimpered in pain, protesting, and Jackson finally let go, looking up.
"Teasing me? Then be ready to face the consequences!"
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