CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 127 She Was Destined To Get Nothing

Chapter 127 She Was Destined To Get Nothing

Lilian's fingers tightened as she stared at the man's impassive face, her gaze briefly lost in thought.

She would never truly know what he was thinking.

Francis tightened his grip on her chin, a touch heavier this time, "Did you hear me?"

Lilian felt pain, coming back to her senses, and nodded.

He continued, "This is the last time. If you don't obey again, I'll break your legs and lock you up. Do you understand?"

Lilian's body tensed all over. His expression didn't seem like a joke. He really did it.

She had to nod with difficulty.

Francis finally released her, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, "That's better."

He leaned in to kiss her lips, but Lilian recalled the doctor's words and subconsciously turned her head away.

Francis narrowed his eyes and turned her face back towards him. His voice carried a dangerous undertone, "Did you already forget what I just said? Was your memory bad?"

Lilian desperately wanted to explain with gestures, but her frantic movements seemed like resistance to him.

He seized her hand and ripped down his tie to bind her wrists together.

She shook her head vigorously. Because the amplitude of her struggle was too large, she fell off the sofa onto the hard floor, causing her head to spin with pain.

Lilian curled up on the floor and looked at him full of pleading, her blurry teary-eyed eyes mixed with a bit of fear.

Francis clutched her collar, lifting her up and staring deeply into her eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Lilian looked at the sinister curve of his lips and couldn't know if she was more scared or if her lower abdomen was painful. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

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"Why?" He kept his gaze fixed on Lilian's eyes as if searching for answers within her eyes. "Why were you afraid of me?"

Lilian closed her eyes and turned her head, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

She also wanted to know why.

They were never like this before.

Was it her greed?

She wanted freedom and his love, so she was destined to get nothing.

She shivered violently, and the curve of the corner of Francis's lips slowly disappeared.

In the next moment, Francis hugged her up, holding her tightly, and his grip was so strong it felt like he was embedding her into his bones and blood.

He changed his tone, speaking softly into her ear, "Don't be afraid. If you obey like you used to, we'll be fine."

He carried a faint scent, the one Lilian loved the most. She had heard people say that the scent of gardenia symbolized a lifetime of waiting.

From then on, she fell in love with gardenias. Every time he wore clothes she laundered, smelling the scent of gardenias, she felt that he loved her.

In this world, there were always pitiable people, especially those who deceived themselves were the most pitiable.

Francis loosened the tie binding her wrists and held her face, gently wiping away her tears.

Lilian didn't want to look at him. Sometimes, he was like schizophrenia with unstable emotions.

Every time she thought he was about to explode, he would suppress his complex emotions, as if nothing had happened.

Just like now, he held her face and seriously gazed into her, his voice softening, "Let's have a child. Do you like children?"

Lilian's eyelids quivered slightly. She suddenly raised her head, meeting the man's inexplicable gaze.

He said, "I'm serious."

In an instant, a chilling sensation swept over her limbs. The great grief rushed to her throat. The eye sockets burned badly, and the limbs were cold to the point of numbness.

She moved her lips but felt as if her heart was weighed down with lead, her breath pulling at her chest causing pain.

Lilian lifted her hand, wanting to say something, but what could she say?

Should she say that our child was gone?

Should she ask why he didn't come to save her?

Should she ask why he suddenly wanted a child now?