CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Let Her Go

Lilian was startled and quickly closed the curtains, turning to stare at the door.

Johnson walked in holding a shopping bag and casually threw the keys on the TV cabinet.

Lilian pressed against the sliding door, cautiously watching him as he approached.

Johnson paused in his footsteps, his gaze slowly moving from Lilian's face to her chest.

Lilian quickly raised her hand to cover herself.

Johnson chuckled and walked up to her, saying, "What's the point of covering yourself like that?"

He leaned in close to her ear and spoke in an extremely ambiguous tone, "When you were unconscious, I was the one who helped you take a bath."

Lilian's pupils dilated as she turned to glare at him, but her lips brushed against his because they were too close.

In that brief touch, they could already sense each other's warmth and touch.

Johnson maintained his bent posture and tilted his head slightly, with his slightly curled short hair falling on the side of his face.

Their eyes met, and they were close enough to hear each other's heartbeat and breath.

He lifted his slender fingers and slowly placed them on his lips, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura.

As Lilian looked into his eyes, she couldn't help but feel afraid again. She kept moving backward, but the glass door behind her left her with nowhere to retreat.

She gripped the curtain with her fingers, her knuckles turning pale.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" His voice was no longer as gentle as before, but rather cold.

Lilian quickly shook her head, the fear in her eyes visible, making her look like a startled deer.

Pitiful yet alluring.

Johnson held her chin and gently caressed it with his thumb. Moving inch by inch, his palm enveloped her cheek.

Lilian's gaze flickered as she lowered her eyes, following his hand's movement.

"Francis is amazing. He already suspects me, or rather, he already knows it's me."

He continued, "But do you know what he said?"

"Forget it. He doesn't care about you anyway. Lilian. Should I say you're pitiful or pathetic?"

Lilian had just managed to suppress the pain when she heard Johnson's words which stabbed her heart.

She stiffly raised her head. A drop of blood flowed from her hair, running down her eyebrow, and finally reaching her lips.

A fresh, winding bloody mark appeared on her face.

Johnson seemed to not notice, taking out the clothes from the bag. "Put them on. Your friend is waiting outside for you."

Upon hearing the word 'friend', Lilian suddenly snapped back to reality. Ignoring the pain in her head, she grabbed the clothes from his hand and stumbled back to the bedroom.

Johnson stood up. This time, he didn't intentionally humiliate Lilian but allowed her to hide inside and change her clothes.