CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 51 Divorce Failure

Chapter 51 Divorce Failure

In one minute, many pictures flashed across her mind.

Francis's ignorance, indifference, and coldness, as well as his thoughtful attention, his touch on her head, and his smile.

If Francis didn't love her, those ignorances and indifference seemed to be reasonable.

With that in her mind, Lilian held the pen firmly. She wrote down her name carefully in the signature column.

She should let Francis go to be with his true love.

And she should let herself go and forget her desire and hidden love.

As soon as Lilian finished her first name, the pen slipped and pulled a long stroke on the divorce agreement.

The next moment, Francis took it.

He said, "Time is up."

Lilian stared at him, while Francis casually tore it apart and threw it into a trash can.

He looked at Lilian deeply, "You have no chance, Lilian."

Lilian didn't know what to do but stared at him in a daze. She held the pen at a loss.

Francis stood up and came to her in a commanding position. With his back to the light, Francis cut off all the light and cast a shadow over her.

"Don't let me see you gesticulating it again."

Lilian looked up at him and her long eyelashes quivered.

Francis leaned over with one hand pressing on the sofa and close to her. Their lips almost touched.

Francis asked, "Did you hear that?"

Lilian looked into his deep eyes, opened her lips, and finally stopped herself.

She didn't respond.

Francis blinked, and he grabbed her neck, not with great strength, but with an unspeakable ambiguity.

"Did you hear that?" He called her name in a low voice like before, "Lily."

The gentle voice took her back to the past. Through his eyes, she seemed to see the boy who was smiling at her under the sun.

At that time, he also called her name full of bewitching.

Curiously, Lilian nodded her head.

"Good girl."

Francis slightly hooked up his lips, and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Lilian widened her eyes and stared at him.

Francis also looked at her, as if waiting for something or expecting the opponent in a chess game to give up in defeat.

He looked like a strategic king, waiting for the enemy to bow to his knees.

Lilian blinked. In the long-term game, she slowly closed her eyes to admit defeat.

Francis kissed her impudently, and Lilian put her arm around his neck and responded.

Francis knew she was in her period and didn't force her.

He would never wrong himself.

The fifteen-day appointment ended like a farce.

Francis hugged her. Hearing his breathing in his ear, Lilian suddenly felt that her insistence on divorce was a farce in his eyes.

She touched her lower abdomen with her fingers, and his hand clutched hers, close to her lower abdomen.

His palm was hot, and Lilian felt his temperature through her pajamas.

Lilian's heart jumped faster for no reason. She turned her head. It was so dark in the room that she couldn't see his face.

But the even breathing told Lilian that Francis should be asleep.

Lilian couldn't fall asleep that night.

After tossing and turning until dawn, she fell asleep in a daze.