CEO's Dumb Bride

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Chapter 15 Home

Lilian was pregnant with his baby, but in his eyes, she was still a kid who liked cartoons.

Francis seemed to notice something and turned to look at her.

"Don't you like it?" He touched her face, and his fingertips brushed the corner of her eye.

Lilian came back to her senses, forced a smile, nodded, and gestured, "I like it."

She hurriedly turned around to watch TV and touched her own cheek, wiping the cold tears.

The mobile phone beside Francis kept ringing every ten minutes.

After two episodes, Francis finally picked up his cell phone and answered it.

Julian's voice came from the phone, "Where are you?"

"At home."

His answer blocked Julian. It sounded ironic, like a thorn in Julian's heart.

"At home? Then what does my residence mean to you? A hotel?" Julian's voice choked. She was jealous and angry every time she heard Francis say he was at home.

Francis frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't go back to see Lilian for a month? How can you go back on your word?" Julian said in a tearful voice.

The TV's voice was so loud that Lilian couldn't hear the voice on the phone, but from Francis's tone, she knew that it was Julian on the phone.

Francis sighed silently, "Talk about it later when you calm down."

After that, he hung up without giving Julian a chance to speak.

He threw his cell phone away and continued to watch the cartoon with Lilian.

He watched carefully with her, even if he had no interest in it, and wouldn't do anything else.

Lilian knew that only when he was in a good mood would he accompany her to do boring things.

At the moment, he was totally different from the one in the clubhouse, who was so indifferent to her. Now, he came back to watch cartoons with her patiently.

He had always been so unpredictable.

Francis treated her as a child, and Lilian craved this false gentleness every time.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and sniffed the aroma of his clothes. Every time she washed clothes, she would use a gardenia-scented softener.

He was wearing the clothes she washed before.

Francis raised his hand, rubbed her head, and naturally held her in his arms.

Lilian was in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and smelling the familiar aroma. For a moment, she really wanted to tell him.

"I am pregnant.

We have a baby.

Will you like him?"

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Lilian closed her eyes and her tears fell quietly.

She knew clearly that Francis wouldn't like the baby.

Tears fell on his clothes and wet his chest. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Francis lowered his head and asked softly, "Why are you crying? For Courtney? "

Lilian raised her hand and wiped her tears. She shook her head.

He raised her chin and kissed her lips. "As long as you are obedient and don't see her again, I won't embarrass her."

Lilian pinched her lips and made no comment.

He kissed her lips again and pressed her on the sofa, and Lilian suddenly realized it.

She grabbed his hand.

Francis paused and looked at her puzzled.

Lilian raised her hand and gestured, "I'm having my period."

Francis stared at her a long time before he spoke in a low voice, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lilian signed, "Sorry."

He closed his eyes and calmed himself down for a long time. After that, he took a deep breath and sat up.

Lilian noticed that he looked gloomy and gestured, "I, I will please you in another way."

He glanced at her dancing fingers.

He taught Lilian so much, and she knew how to please him.

She knew everything.