CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 78 Dilemma

Chapter 78 Dilemma

"If you can't handle this position, then quit early."

Francis hung up the phone and turned to look at Lilian.

He didn't say anything, but his deep eyes stared at her as he waited for her to speak.

Lilian hesitated for a moment before gesturing. "Can we let Fabiana stay?"

"Is that why you came to find me?"

Lilian lowered her head, her scattered hair hiding her expression.

She continued to gesture. "Don't you remember her?"

Francis's eyes remained emotionless as he said blandly, "Remember or not, does it matter? Do I have to take care of all the servants in the house until they grow old and die?"

His heartless words struck Lilian's heart.

She slowly raised her head and met his cold gaze. For the first time, Lilian doubted whether this man had a heart.

Francis slowly approached her and leaned over. "If you want her to stay, you just have to cut off contact with Courtney."

Lilian was taken aback.

He smirked with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "Choose between her and Courtney."

No wonder he had been so quiet along the way, without getting angry. It turned out he was waiting for this.

He presented her with an unsolvable dilemma. No matter how she chose, it would be wrong.

Francis stared into her clear eyes, silently waiting for her to make a choice.

They stared at each other as time passed in silence.

Lilian lifted her finger and slowly gestured. "Would you do the same to Julian?"

His eyes fell on her fingers and dimmed before he shifted his gaze back to her face.

"Are you questioning me?"

Lilian pursed her lips, a rare stubbornness appearing on her fair face.

Lilian replied, "I have never asked anything from you. Can't I ask for it this time?

Francis held her gesturing finger, stopping her movement. In a low voice, he said, "No."

He added, "Not this time."

The corners of her dry mouth twitched. This was her only request.

"Don't be too greedy." He grabbed her hands, denying her the opportunity to communicate. His voice was as deep as before. "Since you find it so difficult to choose, let me choose for you." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Lilian widened her eyes and tried to break free from his grip.

But her struggle only made him grab her tighter until her wrists hurt.

Desperate, Lilian opened her mouth, trying to make a sound, but not a single syllable came out.

Francis's gaze turned cold. He held her hands and pressed her against the edge of the desk.

The desk pressed against her waist, straightening her body, and a familiar pain came from her lower abdomen.

Her only way out was to bite him.

But in the next second, he pinched her chin and pinned her down on the desk.

With one hand grabbing her wrists, he lifted her legs. He leaned over, putting all his weight on her.

"Don't let me touch you?" They were close, and the man's breath enveloped her.

Sharp pains coursed through Lilian's lower abdomen, as if her internal organs were being stretched taut, on the verge of tearing apart.

Cold sweat formed on her forehead as she opened and closed her lips silently.

She wanted to shout, "No..."

But he seemed unable to understand.