Chapter 893
Lillian was scared out of her mind. Almost instinctively, she clung tightly to Jackson's neck, burrowing into his chest, her voice trembling.
"Someone's coming out! What do we do? This is all your fault! I told you we should've left sooner!"
Jackson held Lillian tightly on his lap, his hands wandering without pause.
He lifted his lips from Lillian's skin and casually glanced outside.
It was probably just a security guard.
The guard had come out of the Kelly Manor gate, taken a few steps towards them, and was rummaging through his pockets, likely looking for a cigarette.
Jackson took one look and then turned his attention back to Lillian, who was hiding in his arms like she had done something terribly wrong. His deep eyes were filled with amusement.
The more she acted like this, the more he wanted to tease her.
Jackson leaned in close to Lillian's ear and chuckled, "You smell nice. Did you just take a shower?"
Lillian was almost frantic. She hadn't seen clearly who had come out of the villa.
She was worried it might be Oberon who had discovered them and was coming to drag her back inside.
If that were the case, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
She didn't know what to do, but Jackson showed no signs of worry or urgency. Instead, he continued to explore her body with his hands, acting as if he intended to make love to her right there.
Lillian panicked completely, lifting her head from Jackson's chest and biting down hard on his shoulder.
Jackson saw her embarrassment and anger and finally tried to soothe her with a smile.
"It's okay, the guard just came out for a smoke. He's already gone back inside."
Lillian let out a long breath of relief; the image of Oberon dragging her out of the car and escorting her back inside finally dissipating from her mind.
Her tense body relaxed slightly, and she released her bite on Jackson's shoulder.
She realized that every part of him was hard and not pleasant to bite.
She moved her aching jaw and turned to look towards the villa entrance.
But to her dismay, she saw that the guard hadn't left at all. Instead, he had taken a puff of his cigarette and, noticing something unusual about the car, was now walking towards them, blowing smoke rings.
Lillian watched him get closer, even bending slightly to peer into the car. She trembled all over and urgently pounded Jackson's chest with her fists.
"What do you mean he's gone? You liar! What do we do? He's coming over! If he finds us, it'll be so embarrassing. I should just..."
Lillian thought she should get out of the car herself and tell the guard she was just talking to Jackson.
She leaned forward to grab the car door handle, lifting her hips to get out.
But Jackson wasn't about to let her go so easily.
Jackson's large hand wrapped around Lillian's waist, and his other hand clasped her outstretched hand, interlocking their fingers.
"Do you think I'm going to let you back out now?"
Lillian looked at him, seeing Jackson's handsome face in the dim light, with a hint of a smile and a commanding presence.
Lillian shrank back, hearing the footsteps outside getting closer.
In a panic, she clutched Jackson's shirt tightly, her eyes filled with anxious tears.
Jackson couldn't help but smile, his lips curling slightly.
"You really care about your reputation."
The person approaching was the head of security for the night, who had chatted with Harry earlier.
He had noticed the car parked in the shadows and thought there might be someone inside.
He walked over and bent slightly, seeing a faint silhouette inside. He hesitated, wondering if he should knock on the window, when the rear window slowly rolled down.
Jackson's chiseled profile came into view, leaning lazily against the seat, covered with a thin blanket.
It looked like he had just been sleeping in the car.
The security head was surprised and instinctively avoided Jackson's gaze.
Even though Jackson's expression was neutral, it carried a cold, authoritative pressure accumulated over time.
Jackson was rumored to be under thirty, yet his presence was comparable to Oberon's.
The security head was impressed, thinking that despite Oberon's opposition, Jackson's capabilities and Lillian's attitude suggested that a union between the Kelly family and the Frane family was inevitable.
He became even more cautious, not daring to look around the car, and asked politely.
"Mr. Frane? Why are you sleeping here alone?"
Jackson nodded slightly, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, speaking calmly.
"Nothing much, just staying here a bit longer."
Jackson glanced towards the villa.
This glance made the security head imagine Jackson and Lillian as star-crossed lovers, separated by misunderstandings and accidents.
Now, with their love unrecognized by family, Jackson had come late at night to silently watch over Lillian.
Considering the day's events at the Kelly family, Jackson might be worried about any trouble tonight.
With this thought, the security head's demeanor became more respectful and moved, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Frane, if you need me to relay any message or deliver anything to Ms. Kelly, just let me know."
Jackson nodded in thanks, saying.
"Thank you. It's late, and she's already resting. I won't disturb her. You all have a tough job tonight. I'll smoke a cigarette and leave."
"Alright."
The security head nodded and left without further disturbance.
As he turned away, Jackson slowly rolled up the window, his other hand reaching under the blanket to stroke Lillian's hair, who was crouched at his feet.
"He's gone." Jackson's voice was hoarse, as if he was holding back something.
The blanket was suddenly lifted, and Lillian poked her head out, her face flushed even in the darkness.
She glanced outside to confirm the security head had really left, then looked down and turned away in embarrassment.
"Pervert!"
She tried to get up from Jackson's feet.
Jackson saw her hurriedly trying to stand and didn't stop her.
He leaned back, spreading his legs slightly, giving Lillian space to stand.
But the next moment, as she stood up, Lillian let out a small cry and fell towards Jackson.
The back seat was too cramped, and her legs had gone numb from crouching.
Jackson caught her, his hot breath whispering in her ear.
"Don't want to do it here? Your actions say otherwise, baby."
First, she had crouched on his legs, then she had thrown herself into his arms. How could he resist?
Lillian blushed deeply, the redness spreading from her neck.
She reached out and pinched Jackson's waist hard before saying, "Hurry up and drive! If you don't leave now, I'm getting out."
Jackson held her close, his chest rising and falling slightly. "How am I supposed to drive like this?"
The car remained parked under the shade of the trees for another ten minutes before it finally started and quietly drove away.
Lillian sat in the passenger seat, only relaxing completely once they were a good distance from the villa.
She took out her phone, ready to check social media for any updates, but a large, well-defined hand reached over and snatched it away.
Lillian turned her head in shock to see Jackson shutting off her phone and tossing it onto the center console.
"What are you doing?!"
Lillian looked at her phone longingly, and Jackson glanced at her sideways.
"Didn't I say you'd listen to me tonight? Tonight, you can only look at me."
Lillian was speechless.
So, she smiled, turned slightly, and rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at Jackson.
Jackson drove with focus, but he seemed to enjoy and welcome her gaze.
This feeling brought back memories. Back in high school, when he was doing homework, Lillian loved to sit nearby and secretly watch him.
Later, when he was busy with work, she would find ways to stay in his study, either with a book or setting up an easel to paint, just to be near him.
But he knew Lillian wasn't really focused on her own tasks. She would always steal glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking, as if she couldn't get enough of him.
And when he noticed and looked back at her, Lillian would quickly avert her gaze, her fluttering eyelashes like a sly little fox.
But ever since their divorce proceedings began, it had been a long time since Lillian's eyes had followed him so closely.
Now, it was he who would instinctively follow her with his gaze whenever she was within sight.
Unlike before, this time, he would occasionally turn to look at her.
The Lillian in his memory would no longer shy away from his gaze but would meet his eyes, tilting her head and blinking her long, thick lashes with a sweet smile.
Jackson would smile back, and even if neither of them spoke, it wouldn't feel awkward.
The car was filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
Jackson wasn't in a hurry to return to the hotel, and without realizing it, he slowed down the car.
When they stopped at a traffic light, Jackson turned to look at her.
Lillian's eyes curved into a smile, and she suddenly leaned over, wrapping her arms around Jackson's neck and kissing him.
The best kind of relationship was like this, where both hearts were in sync, everything had a response, and everything fell into place.
Lillian's soft and sweet breath pressed against him in a rare, bold, and passionate kiss.
Jackson was momentarily stunned, then he raised his hand to cradle the back of her neck and kissed her back.
The hotel Jackson had booked wasn't far, and even at a slow pace, they arrived within twenty minutes.
Given the day's events with the Kelly family, they were still at the center of public attention.
As they got out of the car, Jackson placed a hat on Lillian's head.
They went straight to the elevator and didn't encounter anyone.
The elevator took them directly to the presidential suite on the top floor. As the door opened, Lillian's heart skipped a beat, as if she had a premonition.
Before she could turn on the lights, Jackson bent down, scooped her up, and kissed her deeply.
Clothes rustled and fell to the floor.
The moonlight bore witness to the passion of the room.
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, as the blackout curtains hadn't been drawn.
Lillian was awakened by the increasingly insistent sunlight. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she instinctively moved towards the darker part of the bed.
Then she felt something very different against her face.
Smooth, elastic, warm, and firm, it seemed to heat up and tense as she moved.
It was Jackson's bare chest.
Lillian's eyes flew open, and she lifted her head slightly.
She met Jackson's deep, smiling eyes. He had just woken up, too, his expression still a bit drowsy, his voice hoarse as he said, "Morning."
The memories of last night flooded back. Jackson had been like a ravenous wolf experiencing his first taste of meat.
He had promised to let her rest and sleep by midnight, but they had ended up going for three more hours.
Lillian felt like she had just closed her eyes, and now it was already morning.
Today, Oberon wanted to visit Ophelia's grave, and Lillian was supposed to go with him.
She blinked her eyes, which were sore and swollen from lack of sleep, and spoke lazily.
"So tired."
Her voice came out hoarse, and she realized it was quite severe.
Jackson lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before saying, "Wait a moment."
He seemed fully awake, sitting up quickly.
Lillian instinctively looked up at him, just in time to see Jackson stand up.
The sunlight poured over him, highlighting his impressive physique.
Lillian's face grew warm, and when Jackson turned around, he caught her quickly averted gaze.
In that moment, her lively eyes overlapped with the Lillian of the past who used to sneak glances at him.
Jackson smiled, picking up a robe and putting it on.
A moment later, Jackson returned to the bed. "Get up and have some water?"
Lillian was still lying there, her face buried in the pillow, half-asleep.
Hearing Jackson's voice, she moved her head slightly, burying her face even deeper.
Jackson's lips curved into a smile, and he didn't rush her, counting silently in his mind.
Sure enough, just like when she was a child, he counted to ten before Lillian sluggishly lifted her head.
Her eyes were still closed, like a sleepwalking child, looking adorably dazed.
Jackson's eyes filled with laughter, but also a hint of regret and tenderness.
He had been too indulgent last night, not managing the time well.
"Take it slow, have some water, you'll feel better."
He reached out, his strong arm slipping under Lillian's, lifting her to lean against him.
Seeing Lillian still clutching the blanket to cover herself, he couldn't help but smile.
He brought the glass of water to her lips, and Lillian immediately opened her mouth to drink the warm water.
After drinking half the glass, she began to wake up more fully.
She opened her eyes again and saw Jackson looking down at her.
Jackson's gaze wasn't on her face but on her body, his eyes deep and satisfied.
Lillian looked down and saw her skin covered in marks.
Her face heated up, and she pulled the blanket over herself, glaring at Jackson.
"Liar!"
He had promised to be gentle and to have restraint, but what happened?
Jackson, in a good mood, looked at her embarrassed expression and said with a better attitude.
"My fault. Next time, you can punish me however you want. I'll listen to you, okay?"
Lillian was now allergic to the phrase "I'll listen to you."
She gave him a reproachful look and changed the subject.
"Where's my phone? You haven't told me what time it is."
Oberon had planned to leave at seven in the morning to visit the cemetery.
Lillian, exhausted last night, had still remembered to remind Jackson to set an alarm.
But now she heard Jackson's unhurried response.
"It's almost six forty."
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