CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 50 The Storm Of Divorce

Chapter 50 The Storm Of Divorce

She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again.

She turned her head and found that it was a familiar room, but Francis was not there.

Most likely, she had just woken up, and the sense of melancholy and loss from a dream still lingered in her heart. She felt sorrowful and heart-breaking.

Lilian struggled to push up and sat on the edge of the bed. She found a sanitary pad in the drawer and was about to go to the bathroom when the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Francis walked in.

She was stunned and clenched the sanitary pad in her hand.

Francis also glanced at the things in her hands but didn't say anything. He only said, "Since you're awake, come downstairs to eat."

He turned around and walked out.

Lilian pursed her lips, went to the restroom and was relieved to find no blood.

Her gaze flickered with hope. Was it likely that the child was kept alive...?

Lilian changed into another sanitary pad, washed her hands, and went downstairs.

In the dining room, Francis wore home clothes while serving soup.

Francis thought she had hallucinations, so she rubbed her eyes hard and looked again with full attention. He was indeed serving soup.

Was the food on the table made by him?

Lilian walked over worriedly and sat down, staring at the chicken soup in front of her. She felt absent-minded for a moment.

She had never seen Francis cook. How could he?

Seeing her in a daze, Francis suddenly said, "Are you not hungry?"

Lilian recovered and quickly picked up a spoon to taste it. Surprisingly, it didn't taste bad!

She looked at Francis in surprise.

Francis wiped his hands with a napkin and said, "What are you looking at me for? I have asked someone to make it."

"..."

Lilian silently lowered her head to eat, and indeed she thought too much.

She was so hungry that she gobbled up a lot. But Francis didn't eat much and watched her eat the whole time. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Lilian put down the bowls and chopsticks only after she was stuffed, and she habitually stood up to clean up.

By the time she washed the dishes, Francis had already gone to the living room.

Lilian paused for a moment. She thought that he didn't go to the study room, which meant he probably wanted to talk to her.

She walked over with wit and stood in front of Francis.

He tilted his head with indifference, "Sit down."

Lilian pinched her fingers and sat down opposite him, waiting for him to speak.

"Are you still divorced? "He asked.

Lilian hung her head and didn't know how to answer his question. The incident that happened last night had indeed cast a shadow over her when she returned to this familiar place and listened to his voice.

She was so depressed that she wanted to leave.

She would like to be an ostrich that buried its head in the sand, pretending to be content with the status quo.

If she didn't crave too much, it was indeed the best choice for her.

Well, he was so good to her that she hardly found any fault with him except that he didn't love her.

Francis took out the divorce agreement on one side and showed it to her, "Give you one minute to think about that."

After he said, he lowered his head to set a time on his watch.

Then he folded his legs and leaned against the sofa, silently staring at her.

Lilian stared at the divorce agreement with a blank mind. She looked through these dense words, but she didn't want to see a word at all.

"You have only thirty seconds left. "

Lilian pursed her lips and picked up the divorce agreement with the pen on the table, flipping over to the signature.

She tightened her fingers and held the pen. The nib hung on the horizontal line of the signature and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Francis looked at her with no expression. To be precise, he stared at her pen.