Chapter 97 Feeding Her Mouth to Mouth
Lillian sniffed and rubbed her little face against Jackson's chest. Her wet and cold hair stuck to his skin, bringing a cool and itchy sensation.
Jackson pursed his thin lips slightly. "Stop pretending to be good, it's useless! Do you want me to list out your recent bad deeds?"
Lillian hugged Jackson's waist, the heat from his body flowing toward her gradually, carrying a sense of peace.
Her eyes felt hot. "I don't want to talk."
As her body warmed up, she belatedly felt an extreme coldness.
Lillian snuggled closer to Jackson and hugged him tighter. Jackson lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and inscrutable, not pressing further.
Jackson's body was like a big heater, not only did it not lose heat to Lillian, but it seemed to warm up even more.
Lillian lay in his arms, gradually stopping her trembling. She closed her eyes and felt exhausted after the initial panic.
"Lillian, don't you dare fall asleep!"
She hadn't explained anything clearly yet and tried to fall asleep like this to pass the time!
Jackson pushed Lillian away from his embrace. Lillian raised her head to look at him and smiled with raised eyebrows.
"You look like someone special," she said.
Jackson seemed to think of something. His gaze was fluctuating and his voice was tense.
"Like who?" he asked.
Lillian raised her red lips. "Mother Bird."
Perhaps her answer was too unexpected, Jackson fell silent for a moment. His thin lips curved into a sharp arc of patience.
"Is Mother Bird a person?"
What is Mother Bird, isn't it a bird?
He suspected that Lillian was implying that he was not human. He coldly pushed her away from his embrace. "Let go! Go to the side."
Lillian lowered her head and smiled, and her eyes were filled with bitterness.
Sometimes she felt that Jackson was like her Mother Bird, just because that year in the snowstorm, he carried her back when she was on the brink of death. She clung to him like a fledgling sticking to its mother, and he was entangled by her, taking on the responsibility of protecting and caring for her.
Just like now, he naturally warmed her with his body, as if it was instinctual.
But he was not Mother Bird, and he had no responsibility toward her, which had always been unfair to him.
Would the day come when she no longer had this kind of attachment and could stop loving him?
"Alright, I'll go to the side."
Lillian let go of his hand and rolled to the other side of the bed, but before she could roll far away, Jackson hooked her waist and pulled her back.
He leaned over to grab the whiskey on the bedside table, opened the bottle with his thumb, took a sip, and then leaned down to kiss Lillian's lips.
The strong smell of alcohol and the man's breath pressed against her lips.
Lillian was startled, clenched her teeth, and turned her head to avoid.
"No, let go."
She resisted and struggled fiercely, so Jackson swallowed the alcohol, pinching her chin.
"If I'm the Mother Bird, why are you struggling?"
Lillian's face turned red from struggling, losing its paleness, and her eyes were watery.
Jackson's eyes darkened gradually, and Lillian gasped.
"I can't drink alcohol," she said.
Jackson narrowed his deep eyes, mocking, "Intermittent alcohol allergy again?"
Lillian pursed her lips. "I have a slight cold, so I took some antibiotics this afternoon."
Jackson stared at her, and his gaze was penetrating.
Lillian bit her tongue, enduring his gaze without guilt.
At that moment, the phone suddenly rang.
Jackson only wanted to warm her up by feeding her alcohol, and he no longer probed whether she had taken antibiotics. He put the bottle back and picked up the phone.
It was Kevin calling.
Before Jackson could answer, Lillian suddenly lifted her head from his embrace.
"Answer it quickly!"
She urged because her phone was broken and left at the police forensics department.
Kevin's calling at this time must be related to Sean, and Lillian was naturally anxious.
Looking at her urgency, Jackson's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold as he said, "If you are so nervous about his call, do you want me to give you the phone?"
His tone was sarcastic, but in her urgency, Lillian didn't notice. She took the phone he handed over and answered the call.
"Kevin, it's me."
Before Lillian could finish her sentence, the phone was snatched away.
Jackson's handsome face was sullen slightly. "You've been back for a few days, haven't adjusted your body clock yet, still on the schedule from abroad?"
"Did I disturb your rest?" Kevin asked.
"Of course!" Jackson spat.
"I have a few words to say to Lillian, please give the phone to her, Jackson."
"Just say it to me." As Jackson finished speaking, Lillian got up in a bathrobe and took the phone back.
Lillian jumped off the bed and stepped onto the balcony. Her voice was tense.
"Is he dead?"
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