Chapter 32 Coaxing
Chapter 32 Coaxing
Chapter 32 Coaxing
She turned around and ran into the villa, locking herself in the room.
Francis stood there. It was not until the pile of trash had been burned without a single spark seen did he walk into the villa.
Lilian squatted on the ground, holding herself tightly, her gaze empty as she looked out the window.
As the sky gradually darkened, the world fell into darkness once again.
Later in the evening, Francis came in. He pushed open the door and walked to the corner, squatting down before Lilian.
"Hungry?"
Lilian turned her head away, not looking at him. After a moment of silence, he rubbed her head and said, "Your birthday is coming soon. Let me celebrate it with you, okay?"
Lilian was slightly stunned, instinctively looking at him.
She didn't know when her birthday was, but Grandpa Thomas had taken the day she came to the Landau family as her birthday.
Oh, it had been 20 years since then!
Seeing no response from her, Francis held her hand and pulled her up, saying, "Let's go eat and buy new clothes."
Francis lowered her head. He always had a way of slowly soothing her heart whenever it shattered into pieces.
His affection, no matter how superficial it was, was not something she could refuse because he was the only one she had.
She followed Francis into the garage. Looking at the passenger seat, she hesitated to get in.
In her mind, she saw Julian disinfecting the seat.
"What's wrong?" Francis suddenly asked.
Lilian looked up at him, her eyes saying, "Am I dirty?"
Francis looked into her clear eyes, where all her helplessness and hurt were shown.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, held her hand, and walked towards another car, saying, "We'll drive another one."
Yes, he knew everything.
He knew that Julian's actions would hurt her, but he didn't stop her.
He let Julian hurt her. No matter when it was, she would never be his first choice.
Lilian sat in the passenger seat of the new car. Since he didn't often drive this Porsche, the car was already covered in a thin layer of dust.
Of course, there was not the tenderness in the meal she had imagined.
With his eyes on the phone, he had been replying to the messages, while Lilian sat across from him without anyone to talk to as if she was alone here.
Francis took her shopping and bought a lot of clothes, which filled up the entire trunk of his car.
There were dresses and the ones she usually wore. The clothes room was filled with her clothes, while he only had a few.
His clothes looked so out of place in the room as if he didn't belong here. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
By the time they got home, it was already ten at night. He went to the study while Lilian tossed and turned on the bed.
Courtney sent her a lot of messages, asking if she had received the paintings. She didn't dare to tell her that before she could take a look at them, Francis had burned them to ashes.
Courtney said that there were many beautiful things and people in the world, not just Francis.
She also said that only by loving herself with care could she love the baby better.
"Take a look at those paintings, where there are vast seas and skies, flowing rivers and high mountains, and the most beautiful you. They will make you feel better."
Lilian looked at the lines of words, which formed a rope, twisting her heart.
If Courtney learned that those paintings had been burned, she would be disappointed in her.
Lilian pressed the phone against her chest and weakly closed her eyes. She didn't dare to reply with a single word.
Maybe a person like her didn't deserve to have friends.