CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 4 Julian Quinn

Chapter 4 Julian Quinn

Glancing at Lilian beside him, Julian noticed the faint traces of hickeys on her neck. She forced a smile, even though she was furious, and replied, "How would I find you if I didn't come here?"

Francis turned to Lilian and said, "You should go to your work now."

Lilian nodded and walked past Julian into the coffee shop.

The reason she worked here was that after searching and interviewing for so many jobs, this was the only place willing to take her in.

After she left, Julian walked over to Francis and took hold of his arm, playfully asking, "Are you still angry?"

"Let's talk in the car."

Julian intimately linked her arm with Francis', and he didn't push her away.

Before getting in the car, Julian took out a bottle of sanitizer spray from her purse and sprayed it several times on the passenger seat. Then, she looked up with a radiant smile and said, "Well, it needs disinfecting."

Lilian had just sat there. She felt disgusted.

Francis watched her, didn't say anything, and silently approved of her actions, even though Lilian was right behind them.

Through the window, Lilian witnessed it all.

She saw how much indulgence and love Francis had for Julian.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Those who were being loved were fearless. Francis loved Julian. So no matter how unreasonable or absurd Julian behaved, he found it acceptable, even when she humiliated his wife in front of him.

After disinfecting the passenger seat that Lilian sat on, Julian got into the car. She adjusted her curly hair and held Francis' hand, saying, "Alright, why do you still have such a long face? I won't say anything about hoping you get a divorce anymore. Is that alright?"

Francis doted on her. But as long as she brought up the idea of hoping Francis divoicing that dummy, he would immediately become angry.

Even though he always claimed that he didn't love that dummy and only felt responsibility towards her, and not to mention his promise to his grandfather, Julian still felt angry.

What she wanted was to be the one and only woman around her, not this kind of hidden affection.

Everyone else said that she was Francis' love, that he gave her everything except marrying her.

Only Julian knew that it wasn't like that.

If Francis truly loved her enough, he wouldn't let her endure people's judging and despise.

He made a promise to his grandfather. So what? His grandfather has been dead for three years. Did he still have to care about that promise?

If Julian were asked who Francis Landau truly loved, Julian would say that he didn't love anyone but himself.

Francis lit a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, and took two deep puffs. Then the car was filled with smoke.

Then, Francis said, "Julian, I've said it before. As long as you stay with me, I promise you'll have a worry-free life. If you never get married in your lifetime, I will still support you for your life. You have my word."

With that, he turned his head to look at Julian, and continued. "This is my promise to you. But at the same time, my promise to my grandfather will and shall be kept."

Thomas forced Francis to swear before he passed away that he would take care of Lilian for a lifetime, even if he didn't love her.

Francis made a promise.

He had only made two promises in his lifetime, one to his grandfather and the other to Julian.

He promised! Again, this word. D*am! Promise! Julian almost lost control every time she heard that word!

"Yes, I know you'll keep your word," Julian suppressed her anger deep inside and said, "But I became your girlfriend first."

After finishing his last drag of the cigarette, Francis threw the butt out of the car. He held Julian's hand, and his tone became more indulgent as he said, "I'm sorry for what I did to you. Just tell me what you want. How about that?"

Julian tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "I don't want to drive my Ferrari anymore. I want a Maserati."

Francis replied with a faint smile, "No problem."

"And also, you are not allowed to see that dummy for a month."

"Okay."

Only then did Julian smile contentedly. "Alright, let's go to work."

As Lilian watched the car drive away, she finally turned around. The cloth in her hand had been wrinkled by her grip.

She placed the cloth on the table and smoothed it out, as if comforting her twisted heart.

"Aren't you angry at all?"