CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 109 We're Alone at Home

Chapter 109 We're Alone at Home

Francis calmly stared at her, gesturing without saying anything.

Lilian waited a long time before raising her head and looking into his deep eyes. Then, she gestured the words again. But before she could finish it, he held her fingers and whispered, "Have you forgotten my words?"

Lilian's eyelashes trembled. Then, she bitterly smiled and weakly dropped her hands. After all, he had asked her not to love him.

Francis sighed, softened his expression, raised his hand to wipe the tears off the corner of her eyes, and said, like coaxing a child, "Stop crying. Look! We're alone at home. No one will disturb us. Isn't it good?"

When she turned her head aside to avoid his hand, he narrowed his eyes, domineeringly turned her head back, and forced her to look at him.

Then, he asked, "Don't you agree?

Lilian bit her low lip and refused to look at him. She started to feel suffocated when seeing the face she used to like the most. She felt an invisible chain around her neck. In the name of family, he tied her up in the house like a dog and did not allow her to have friends or freedom. She had nothing now.

Francis lifted her chin as if he wouldn't give up until he got a response from her. Although he had forced her to look at him, she did not respond because she realized it would be in vain no matter what she did or said.

He murmured, "I treat you so well. Why do you still need other people?"

His voice was full of fascinating power whenever he said such words, like a devil's whisper.

When Lilian tried to break free, he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her. After she turned her head aside to avoid him, he pressed the back of her head and turned her face back. When he bit her lips, it was like a warning instead of a kiss.

She struggled and pushed his chest with both hands. But because of the disparity in strength, he forced her onto the sofa. When he pulled open her clothes, she felt the coldness. He bit her lips regardless of her will like a demon. Soon, she tasted blood in her mouth. When she was about to die of suffocation, she couldn't help biting his lips hard.

Their blood instantly mixed. When the blood and saliva entered her throat, she blushed and violently coughed. After he finally let go of her, she slid off the sofa, sat on the floor, pressed her hands on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of saliva with blood. Then, she heavily panted with her mouth open and rested for a long time to regain her strength. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Francis sat beside her, bent one leg, put one hand on his knee, wiped the blood off his mouth with the other, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The smoke soon filled the air between them. They were close, but the smoke caused a bottomless ravine.

When Lilian fixed her clothes and turned to look at him, he was quietly smoking. His hair was a little messy, and his shirt was a little wrinkled. She had pulled two buttons off his collar. And there were two scratches on his chest.

After she tugged at his sleeve, he calmly turned to look at her as if nothing had happened.

Lilian gestured, "Can you let Fabiana come back?"

Francis looked away from her, leaned forward to put the cigarette in the ashtray, and asked, "Did you turn a deaf ear to my words?"

Lilian lowered her eyes and tightly clasped her hands.

After a while, she plucked up the courage and opened the drawer, revealing the divorce agreement to him.

He was not angry to see it. Instead, he calmly reached out to take it out, flipped through it, and asked, "When did you prepare it?"

He didn't even look at her. After reading the divorce agreement, he casually tore it and threw it away. Then, the paper scraps flew all over like their fractured relationship.

Francis pressed his hands against the floor and stood up. While walking upstairs, he unbuttoned his shirt and said, "Go to work in my company tomorrow."