CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Johnson's Torture

Lilian widened her eyes and stared straight at the person in front of her.

She looked from his slender legs to his waist and the corner of his mouth with a faint smile.

Johnson!

Lilian never expected that the person who tied her up would be Johnson! She couldn't help but struggle again.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The ropes bound her hands and feet. Besides eye contact, she lost her only means of communication.

Johnson came to her, slightly leaned down, and looked at Lilian's frightened eyes.

"Ms. Rossum, you look shocked."

"That's right. After all, no one could have thought it was me. I wonder if Francis can guess it."

Johnson spoke in a gentle voice. If it weren't for Lilian still being tied up here, she would almost think he was just casually chatting with her.

Lilian's gaze flickered, and she stared straight at Johnson with doubt in her eyes.

Johnson's smile deepened. He smiled and said, "You want to ask me why I brought you here and kidnapped you, right?"

Lilian pursed her lips and didn't respond, but indeed, this was the most confusing thing for her right now.

Johnson extended his finger and gently touched her face. His finger was very cold, like ice.

Lilian was gooseflesh all over and couldn't help but keep shrinking her neck.

Johnson muttered to himself, "Can you really not remember anything?"

There was a moment of trance in his eyes.

Lilian was slightly stunned, and a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.

His finger slid to Lilian's chin and suddenly held her jaw, lifting her face.

"It seems that you need help."

Lilian didn't know what he was going to do, but seeing the smile on his face, she only felt scared.

The force of his finger suddenly increased as if he wanted to crush Lilian's jaw.

In the two years in the Landau family, everyone thought he was humble, gentle, approachable, and easy to talk to.

But now, in front of Lilian, he revealed his true nature and showed his most terrifying side.

Lilian moved her wrists, but she was tightly bound, unable to communicate with Johnson.

He also had no intention of communicating with her and just wanted to torment her.

Johnson grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her up.

Lilian's scalp tightened, and the pain was indescribable. It felt like her neck was being strangled, making it difficult to breathe.

When she sat up, Johnson let go of her hair, and there were many strands of hair on his fingertips, all pulled from her head.

Back then, Lilian only dreaded him, but now she truly feared him.

She shrank her neck and wanted to retreat, but the chair almost tipped over, so she could only endure the fear and lower her head timidly.

Johnson lifted her head, forcing her to meet his gaze.