CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 88 He Was Avoiding Her Feelings

Chapter 88 He Was Avoiding Her Feelings

Lilian pursed her lips and got up, walking beside him as they left the villa together.

It was late at night, and the rain was pouring harder.

Francis held an umbrella, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a clear sound in the night.

Lilian looked at his profile in the darkness, feeling inexplicable emotions. He had been so harsh to her before.

Yet today, he came to defend her and even offended Angelica for her.

What exactly was he thinking?

She couldn't figure him out at all.

Suddenly, Lilian stopped walking. The umbrella moved away from her head, and the heavy rain instantly poured down, blurring her vision.

He paused for a moment, took a step back, and placed the umbrella back over her head. "What's wrong?"

Lilian looked up at him. The light in the yard was enveloped by the heavy rain. When the light passed through the dense rain curtain and fell on his face, it was barely visible.

She stared at Francis for a long time before gesturing with her hand, "Why?"

Francis tilted his head, a hint of confusion flashing across his eyes as he raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be asking her what she meant.

Lilian gestured, "Why are you being nice to me?"

Francis stared at her without blinking, his voice indistinct in the heavy rain. "Isn't that what I should do?"

Lilian shook her head. "No, if you're too nice to a girl, she will fall in love with you."

Francis didn't say anything and just looked at her.

Lilian didn't wait for his answer. Perhaps, as Courtney had said, men liked to play dumb when it came to a relationship. This way, they could avoid ninety percent of the troubles.

He shifted his gaze away from Lilian's face and looked elsewhere. Besides the heavy rain, there was only the pitch-black night sky, with nothing else.

Just like his gaze, it was all emptiness.

"Is that so?" His voice was even softer than before, not like he was talking to Lilian, but more like he was talking to himself.

Then, he looked at Lilian and said, "I see."

With just two simple words, he displayed his indifference and ruthlessness to the fullest. Lilian suddenly felt that the rain on her head was so heavy, and her heart sank.

She had the urge to cry.

His answer was avoiding her words and rejecting her unspoken feelings.

He really... refused to give her any love.

Lilian tightly clenched her fingers, her nails digging into her palm. The pain spread through her body, and even her breath felt painful in her chest.

She tightened her throat, suppressing the urge to cry.

Then, she took a step back, stepping out of the shelter of his umbrella and letting the rain wash over her cheeks. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She gestured, "I'm not going back. I want to continue living here."

Francis didn't step forward to shield her from the rain again. He silently watched as she got soaked by the rain. "Have you made up your mind?"

Lilian nodded. "At least it's lively here."

"Alright, then stay here for a few days." He handed the umbrella to Lilian, but she didn't take it. He held her hand and placed the umbrella in it.

"I'm leaving now."

Lilian held the umbrella and watched him disappear into the rain without looking back.

She pressed her hand against her chest, and the rainwater flowed into her mouth along her cheeks. The rainwater seemed to be bitter.