CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 162 Don't Use Such Low Tactics

Chapter 162 Don't Use Such Low Tactics

Francis left without looking back.

The doctor let out a long sigh, collapsed in the chair, and looked pitifully at the unconscious Lilian.

Francis arrived at the club, found the ladies' room, and called Julian.

After a while, Julian came out staggering.

When she saw Francis, she threw herself into his arms, her eyes blurry with tears, "Frank, you finally came. If you hadn't, I would not have been able to go back tonight."

"If I can't face you in the future, then I will just have to die."

"Don't talk nonsense," Francis bent down and picked her up, "I'll take you back."

Julian wrapped her arms around his neck, coquettishly asking, "Are you afraid that I am dead?"

Francis looked down at her.

Julian had a very delicate makeup today, with fiery red lips, bewitching but not gaudy, worthy of the term 'little demoness.'

But Francis said, "Don't wear such heavy makeup when you go out at night in the future."

Julian was stunned for a moment, and she buried her head in his chest, feeling downcast, "Frank, I feel terrible."

"Don't touch me indiscriminately."

"Where did you park the car?"

Francis didn't answer her, carrying her to the parking lot and placing her in the back seat.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Julian unexpectedly grabbed his tie, pulling him down.

"Frank..." Julian looked at him deeply, her eyes bewitchingly as if they could hook away someone's soul.

Francis watched her impassively.

Julian mustered her courage to get closer to him, but in the next second, Francis clamped her hand and pulled his tie back.

Julian's heart fluttered, "Frank!"

Francis was already standing outside the car, straightening his tie, his gaze slightly warning, "Don't use such low tactics."

Having said that, he slammed the car door and went to the driver's seat.

Julian lay half sprawled in the back seat, her gaze somewhat vacant. How did he know?

The producer indeed had intentions towards her, but he hadn't given her anything-it was her own...

She wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get Francis, with the producer taking the blame anyway.

She didn't expect to be seen through by Francis. Julian was both angry and annoyed, but more than that, she was sad.

Perhaps no one would believe if she told them that Francis doted on her, held her, was affectionate with her in front of others, and even stayed at her house.

Whenever someone tried to set him up with another woman, he would say his girlfriend would get angry. For those women who tried to approach him, Julian would beat and scold them, drive them away, and he indulged her in all of it. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Even with ladies from prestigious families, Julian dared to hit them, and Francis would personally apologize to them afterwards.

In the eyes of others, he loved her immensely.

But only Julian knew that for all these years, he had never once touched her.

Yes, not even once.

Although Julian knew that he only loved himself, she didn't know, apart from loving himself, how much he really cared for her.

Julian was probably feeling the effects of the alcohol. She couldn't help but lie down in the back and start to cry.

She cried and made a scene.

"Francis, do you love me at all?"

"Why are you so indifferent to me!!"

"I hate you, you're such a scumbag!"

"Falling in love with you has been the worst luck of my life!"

Julian cried and beat the back of his seat, but Francis remained unmoved, driving quietly, letting her cry and fuss in the back.

"Say something..."

Julian cried in despair, "Do you love me?"