CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 77 Going Home

Chapter 77 Going Home

As they were speaking, Francis and Nelson appeared in Lilian's line of sight.

Francis was neatly dressed in a suit. His knee-length brown coat set off his long legs.

He looked down at Lilian and then glanced at Courtney.

Lilian felt guilty and lowered her head.

Her ponytail had already come undone, and strands of messy hair fell on her pale cheeks like the mottled scratches on white jade.

Courtney furrowed her brows but said nothing. Given the previous experience, she didn't have to confront him since the latter didn't provoke her.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, Lester arrived.

When he saw Francis and Lilian, his expression changed slightly. He strode over to Courtney and whispered, "Have you had enough? Come home with me."

Courtney didn't want to argue, nor did she have the strength to.

Lester grabbed her and led her to leave. As they passed Lilian, Courtney looked back at her with concern.

After the two were gone, Francis finally broke his silence. "Are you planning to spend the night here?"

Lilian was taken aback and looked up at the man. His face was devoid of emotions.

She hesitated for a moment and nervously stood up.

Francis turned and left. The wind lifted by his coat, mixed with an unfamiliar fragrance, wafted faintly around Lilian's nose.

She quietly followed behind him while Nelson stood in front of the car door. As soon as he opened the door, Francis said, "You go back first."

Nelson nodded, closed the car door, and stepped aside for the two people. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Lilian got in the car. Neither of them talked, and the temperature inside the car was low.

She fidgeted with her fingers and was anxious throughout the ride.

When they arrived at Azure Shores, Francis took off his coat. Fabiana hobbled out of the kitchen, her eyes sparkling with joy and caution.

She nervously wiped her hands on her apron and went up to take Francis's coat.

"I wanted to ask when you would come back, so I could prepare dinner."

Francis stared at the old lady's face for a moment before shifting his gaze to her legs. "You're the maid that Lilian brought here?"

His straightforward gaze made Fabiana's face stiffen, and she stood awkwardly, glancing at Lilian.

At last, she forced a smile and replied, "Y-yes, I... Don't worry. It won't affect my work."

Lilian bit her lip, feeling ashamed. She secretly pulled on Francis's sleeve, hoping he wouldn't say anything too harsh.

But Francis ignored her and continued, "You can't even walk steadily. How are you going to work? This isn't a welfare institute. You've come to the wrong place."

Regardless of Fabiana's pale face, he walked past her and went to the second floor.

Lilian's fingers loosened, and she stood there at a loss, guiltily looking at Fabiana.

The old lady was stunned for a while, but she had lived for so long and understood everything.

Once she regained her senses, Fabiana nervously wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and gave a wry smile. "Lily, I... won't cook dinner for you tonight."

Lilian's heart tightened, and she grabbed Fabiana's arm, shaking her head.

She gestured. "Wait for me."

Fabiana said, "It's okay. I'm used to living in that shed. Don't worry about me. I'll go back."

Lilian's eyes turned red, and she looked pleadingly at Fabiana, gesturing again. "Wait for me."

Was she really so worthless that she couldn't keep anyone she cared about?

God would pity her once and stand by her side.

She turned around and went upstairs, standing in front of Francis's study door.

She knocked twice, even though the door wasn't shut firmly.

Francis was leaning against the window, talking on the phone with one hand in his pocket. The transparent glass windows revealed the dark clouds outside. The strong contrast between black and white made the light that fell on his face appear a melancholy gray.