CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Help Her Wash

After washing dishes all day, she was exhausted and collapsed onto her bed when she returned to her bedroom.

She looked at her peeling fingers and thought of Courtney's messages, her expression somewhat dazed.

Fabiana came to knock on the door and asked if she wanted something to eat.

Lilian got up, surprised, and looked towards the door. Fabiana's hunched figure stood at the entrance of the bedroom, and she was looking at Lilian with a worried expression.

Lilian got up from the bed and gestured to Fabiana. "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Fabiana said, "I was waiting for you to come back."

Lilian gestured, "Don't wait for us if it's too late in the future. You should rest early."

Fabiana smiled and shook her head. "It's alright. I can't sleep at night when I'm old. Haven't you eaten yet? I'll cook something for you."

Lilian pursed her lips and stared at Fabiana's kind face, feeling a warm sensation in her heart.

It turned out that the feeling of being worried about and cared for was so wonderful.

That sense of security was like finding a harbor for the heart and a place to settle down. That was what it felt like to have a home...

She finally experienced it.

Fabiana went out with her cane and made porridge and a plate of snacks for Lilian.

They were the snacks Fabiana made when she had nothing to do at home during the day, and they were delicious.

Lilian sat at the dining table, holding a bowl of porridge and drinking it in big gulps, stuffing the snacks into her mouth.

Fabiana said lovingly, "Eat slowly. What have you been doing all day? Why are you so hungry?"

Lilian paused, recalling her work during the day and thinking of Francis and Julian on TV.

Suddenly, her nose twitched for no reason. She swallowed the snack in her mouth and finished the remaining porridge.

Fabiana filled her bowl again.

Lilian turned around in surprise and met his gaze.

He stared at her deeply, drops of water from his hair falling onto her sleeve.

"You didn't take your clothes," Francis said.

Lilian pursed her lips and was about to go out to get clothes, but Francis didn't let go of her.

Lilian struggled for a moment, but Francis held her hands tighter. The next moment, he pushed her into the bathroom.

By the time she reacted, she had found herself pressed against the wall, and the bathroom door had been locked.

Lilian looked up at him in confusion.

His eyes were deep and turbulent, a gaze she was familiar with. Lilian's gaze flashed, and she instinctively struggled.

He held her hands and pressed them against her head. He leaned down closer to her and whispered, "Let me help you wash."