CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 He Was Not Joking

Francis ran out of patience and coldly said, "You must know! If you like washing dishes, you can do it."

Lilian pursed her lips and intently stared at him, trying to find a trace of joking on his face.

But unfortunately, he was not joking. He was vindictive. When she had disappeared for half a month, she had washed dishes in a restaurant. He had ignored her then. But now, he was making a fuss about it.

Sometimes, Lilian envied Julian. Although she was not his wife, he loved her very much. She could go to work as she liked. And when she wanted to be a star, he supported her.

But Lilian could only wash dishes.

Seeing her nod to agree, Francis showed a gloomy face and said, "You seem to like the job very much. From now on, you will bear the living expenses of you and the servant you hired!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and went upstairs. Then, he changed his clothes, came downstairs, and left the villa. In the past, he would not resign after changing his clothes. It seemed his principles could be changed.

Nelson came to send Lilian to work early in the morning. He took her to a five-star restaurant, went straight to the kitchen, and handed her over to a plump middle-aged woman. Then, he gave Lilian a complicated look and said, "Ms. Rossum, take care of yourself. If you can't stand it, please give in to Mr. Landau."

Lilian was stunned to hear this. But Nelson left before she could figure out what he meant.

The middle-aged woman came over, pulled her, and said, "You're new here. Go to wash the dishes. They are urgently needed! You will wash all of them by yourself. You must be efficient, understand?"

Lilian finally figured out what Nelson meant. Francis was punishing her instead of giving her a job! But she didn't know what mistake she had made. Maybe it was because she had interrupted his video call with Julian last night.

Noon was the peak time, so the plates piled up so high that she could barely wash them herself. Soon, her fingers turned white and wrinkled. And they stung when they touched the dishes.

The middle-aged woman kept urging her. The more she urged, the more anxious Lilian felt. Suddenly, a dish slipped from her hand, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces.

The middle-aged woman didn't scold her. Instead, she calmly picked up a small notebook, wrote something down, and said, "You broke one. Clean the mess up and continue washing the dishes!"

Lilian had not recovered from the cold yet, so she felt dizzy after standing for long. She grabbed the edge of the sink and took a few deep breaths before steadying herself.

Then, she squatted down to pick up the broken pieces. When she threw them into the trash can, someone hurrying past bumped into her. She felt a stinging pain in her ring finger. When she looked down, she saw blood gushing out of the cut.