CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 33 Picking up Lilian

Chapter 33 Picking up Lilian

Throughout the night, Francis never stepped into the bedroom. When Lilian woke up in the morning, he had left the villa.

Lilian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for two hours, but finally climbed out of bed.

Although she had no appetite, she cooked some porridge and forced herself to eat two bowls. Then she took the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

When it was past 5 p.m., the doorbell rang.

Lilian opened the door and found it was Francis's assistant Nelson Casey.

"Hello, madam. Mr. Landau asked me to pick you up." Nelson bowed respectfully. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Lilian frowned in confusion. Nelson couldn't know sign language, so she didn't gesture.

Nelson explained, "Today is your birthday, madam. Mr. Landau tells you to wear the new clothes bought yesterday."

Lilian was stunned. She had thought that Landau was just joking when he said yesterday he would celebrate her birthday with her. But it turned out he was sincere.

She pursed her lips but didn't move.

Nelson asked, "What's wrong, madam? Don't you want to go?"

Lilian fell silent. He had just burned her things yesterday, but today he could take her to dinner, go shopping with her, and celebrate her birthday with her, as if nothing had happened.

This meant her feelings were not important to him.

Looking at her, Nelson couldn't help but sigh. He said, "Madam, no matter what, Mr. Landau is your husband, and the place where you stay is his home. Legally speaking, he is yours."

Lilian raised her head in surprise and stared into his eyes.

Nelson continued, "Since he is still willing to come home and celebrate your birthday with you and also cares about you, you don't have to hand him over to someone else."

Nelson didn't like Julian. In the company, those department managers had to show him some respect, but Julian, who did nothing in the company, always ordered him around. Besides, relying on Francis's favor, she didn't take the top leaders of the company as anything important.

If she became Francis's wife, he was afraid he would have a harder time.

"Madam, if you still care about Mr. Landau, don't push him to anyone else. You have to learn to fight for yourself."

Lilian clenched her lips. Nelson's words had stirred up her emotions.

But she was pregnant. She couldn't give up her child and hold on to a man who didn't love her.

But Francis was unwilling to divorce her. He would find out about the child sooner or later, and she might be unable to keep the secret.

Her mind was a mess as if there was a stone stuck in it. She turned around and went upstairs to change.

This was not a matter of choice. In fact, she had no choice.

As long as she loved Francis for a day, she wouldn't push him away.

He was the one she had loved for twenty years, the one she had watched grow from a boy to a man.

For twenty years, her world revolved around him and only him.

She couldn't lie to her own heart.

The clothes bought yesterday were thick ones. Now that it was cold, those clothes were just suitable to wear.

She rummaged through them and finally picked a red sweater and white pants. She tied her hair into a high ponytail, a festive outfit.

Nelson watched her coming down from upstairs with some surprise.

If the dullness in her eyes that had been accumulated over time was ignored, she would look like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl. If she were at school, her smile would dazzle everyone.

Maybe Francis had seen that smile before.

But people would never cherish what they got easily.

Coming back to earth, Nelson made a gesture of invitation to Lilian.

Lilian nodded and followed him out. Seeing the Bentley parked in the yard, Nelson suddenly remembered something. He turned his head and said to Lilian, "Oh, sorry, madam, please wait a moment. I have to go to the garage and get a new car."

As he spoke, he took out two keys. He drove the Bentley back to the garage and took the Porsche out.

He didn't know why Francis wanted a different car, but Lilian generally knew.