CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 118 Suffocation

Chapter 118 Suffocation

Lilian, "Thank you. I'm okay now."

"Good," Johnson said with a smile. He turned his eyes and landed on the medicine bag on the coffee table. "Lily, are you not feeling well?"

Lilian grabbed the medicine on the table, stuffed it into the drawer under the coffee table, and gestured, "Just a little cold."

Johnson nodded, "You have to pay attention to even a small cold. The flu is very serious this season."

Lilian pursed her lips and stared at him. He seemed to have no intention of leaving.

She gestured, "Francis is with Julian, and he probably won't come back."

The subtext was to tell him to leave quickly, but he didn't seem to understand. He said, "This is his home, and why won't he come back? I'll just wait. I've been waiting for so long anyway."

Lilian was silent.

When she was alone with him, she would always feel inexplicable uneasiness and fear, just like the suffocation in the dream just now.

She even suspected that it was Johnson who covered her mouth and nose just now to kill her.

Lilian stood up, using the excuse of pouring him water. When she came back, she sat diagonally across from him, keeping her distance from him.

Johnson always had a smile on his face, and his slightly curly mid-length hair was scattered on the side of his face, casting a light shadow and making his facial features look particularly soft.

He suddenly said, "Lily, I don't know whether I should say this or not."

Lilian looked up at him.

Johnson said, "Francis is with that Ms. Quinn every day, and aren't you angry?"

Lilian was startled, not expecting that he would ask this question.

"Have you ever thought about divorcing him?"

Lilian pursed her lips. How had she ever thought about it? She had thought about it many times, but she had no right of choice about divorce.

Johnson tried to guide her, "Do you want a divorce?"

Lilian took a breath. His voice was so seductive, and she clenched her fingers subconsciously.

Johnson looked at her intently as if he wanted to see through her.

With a slight smile on his lips, he said softly, "You want a divorce."

It was a firm statement, not a question.

Lilian turned her head away, not daring to look into his eyes again.

His eyes were like a devil's eyes, which could hypnotize people and lead them to hell.

Johnson didn't mind. He took out a business card from his arms, pressed the business card with his long white fingers, and pushed it in front of Lilian.

Lilian glanced at the business card out of the corner of his eye. There was only a name and phone number, but no introduction.

"You can contact him."

Johnson said softly, and he stood up. "It seems that Francis would not come back. I shall leave."

After he said that, he turned and left. He disappeared in a moment. There was no trace, except for the business card on the table, and it was as if he had never been there.

Lilian stretched out her hand and picked up the business card. She stared at the phone number on it, her eyes dull.

She squeezed the business card tightly with her fingers, and her knuckles turned slightly white as everything that happened during this period flashed through her mind.

The unformed child turned into minced meat in her body, the scene of Courtney being thrown garbage while walking on the road, and Fabiana being ruthlessly taken away... Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

And what the doctor said to her just now.

Everything grabbed her throat, and she had to use all her strength to even breathe.

Lilian took out her mobile phone, entered the phone number, and sent a befriending request.

The request was approved in three seconds.