CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 19 Come Back

Chapter 19 Come Back

[Come back] There were only two words, no more.

Lilian's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Courtney, who was still immersed in joy, and silently put her phone back in her pocket.

Courtney put her arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "Lilipad, look, you can make money yourself, right? You can raise your own baby, and why do you need that stinky man?"

Lilian smiled with her lips pulled up. She raised her hand and gestured: Courtney, it's time for me to go back.

"Why are you going back? Let's have dinner together tonight to celebrate for you."

Lilian waved her hand and touched her belly: I'm going back to take medicine.

"Oh, yes, I forgot about this. Your baby is unstable now. Let me send you back. We can celebrate when the contract is signed."

Lilian nodded with a smile.

She followed Courtney out of the coffee shop and got on her motorcycle.

Because she was pregnant, Courtney didn't drive as rashly as before. She drove very steadily, stopped running red lights, and even prepared a raincoat for her.

After returning to the villa, Courtney took off her helmet and raincoat, crumpled the raincoat into a ball, and said, "Okay, go in quickly. I'll call you when Mr. Reese finalizes it."

Lilian nodded, turned around, and entered the house.

The door of the villa was open, which meant that Francis was at home.

She nervously grasped the corners of her clothes and walked in slowly.

Sure enough, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking to someone on the phone.

His legs were crossed, one hand was holding a mobile phone, and the other was resting on the back of the sofa. The collar of his shirt was open, and the collarbone under the collar was clearly visible.

Francis looked grim. When he saw Lilian coming in, he said to the phone, "It seems that someone is up to something, and it's not just one person. Find out what's behind the restrictions in those countries."

After saying this, he cut off the phone and looked at Lilian. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Francis's eyes swept around her body, from her hairstyle to the shoes under her feet, and finally returned to her face.

"Where have you gone?"

Lilian pursed her lips. She stood in front of him like a student who made a mistake.

Lilian: I went shopping.

Francis watched her gestures quietly, with no emotion on his face. "Going shopping dressed like this? What did I tell you?"

Lilian pinched her fingers. She glanced at Francis's face and lowered her head again.

She gestured: You can't wear it outside.

He stretched out his hand, pulled her onto his lap, put his arm around her waist, and said, "Then why are you disobedient?"

"What if you meet a bad guy, huh?" He said, his hand already on her legs.

She was wearing a long skirt with a loose sweater on top, which was considered a very conservative outfit.

As his hands touched her, her skirt was lifted up, revealing a pair of white legs.

Lilian sat obediently in his arms, hugged his neck, and didn't reply.

Then suddenly she heard him say, "Are you short of money?"

As soon as these words came out, Lilian stiffened.

He raised his head and met her dark eyes. The two were so close that she could clearly see the reflection in her pupils.

Her face was reflected. It was a stiff and pale face.

His scrutinizing gaze was oppressive, and Lilian's fingers undoubtedly grasped the shirt behind his back.

Francsi was still asking: "Tell me, what are you going to do with the money?"

His eyes were blazing. Although his voice sounded calm, Lilian could smell a hint of danger.

Lilian's face was pale, and she didn't know how to answer him.

He asked, obviously knowing what she was doing out there.

In the past, when she didn't want to stay at home all day and wanted to go out to work, he allowed her to do so. He didn't take the petty money she earned in the cafe seriously.

But this time, for fifty thousand dollars, she even dared to accept a high-profile contract such as filming a video, and she mentioned divorce the day before yesterday.

As long as Francis was not stupid, he could naturally guess it.

There was a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. This smile was a bit creepy.

"Say it."