CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 30 Desperate Blames

Chapter 30 Desperate Blames

She couldn't tell if she was angry or not, but the thought that he wouldn't care and like the baby in her belly made her want to escape this suffocating place.

At this moment, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She took out her phone and looked at it, seeing a message from Courtney.

Lilian took a glance at Francis, finding he was staring at her phone. Without waiting for Lilian to react, he took her phone away and clicked on the message.

Courtney: [Lily, I have been locked down and the coffee shop has also been closed. I failed to protect my paintings, but I fought my best to keep yours. I've sent them to you. Remember to check them.]

After reading this message, Francis glanced at Lilian again who was with a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

He sneered, "You've started not to listen to me?"

The sneer made Lilian sense a hint of danger. She shook her head crazily, trying to explain something.

But Francis threw her phone onto the tea table and turned to walk outside.

Lilian realized something and quickly chased after him.

There was a small room outside the villa that specialized in storing express delivery. Francis went straight to this small room and kicked away a pile of express deliveries.

A box was found at the bottom.

In it was the paintings sent by Courtney.

Lilian's pupils shrank because of panic. She rushed over quickly and squatted on the ground to protect the box.

"Get away." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Lilian shook her head with tears to beg him to let go of those paintings, which were not only gifts from Courtney but also a sign of their friendship.

Francis got gloomy and raised his hand to grab Lilianti's wrist and pull her up.

Lilian's strength could not match his. She tried hard to grab the box, but it still left away from her inch by inch.

Francis picked up the box, turned around and walked to the yard. Then he threw the box on the ground like dumping garbage.

Lilian wanted to rush over, but was dragged by him.

She saw Francis took out a lighter, and some flames burst after he slightly flicked his fingers.

Lilian stared at the flickering flames and anxiously widened her eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn't make any sound.

He gripped her hands, causing her lose the only way to communicate with him.

Francis looked back at her and asked, "Do you care so much about these paintings?"

Lilian's tears meandered down as she pleaded and looked at Francis, begging him not to burn the paintings.

His smile was even cruel and cold-blooded.

It seemed that the more she cared about something, the more ruthlessly he destroyed them. He seemed like to see what she cared about broken in front of her, leaving only him in her eyes.

He just let go of his fingers, letting the lighter carrying a flame fell onto the box, and then the flame spread inch by inch on the box.

Lilian suddenly struggled but still couldn't break free. She had no choice but lower her head and bite Francis's arm.

Francis felt pain and almost let go of her, but with a move of his arm, he grabbed her waist and brought her against him.

The flames danced in Lilian's eyes, gradually magnified, and finally occupied her entire pupils.

She watched helplessly as the paintings were revealed from the box, were gradually engulfed by flames and finally turned into ashes.

A gust of wind blew, pulling the flames longer, and the black debris that had been burned to ashes swirled in the air.

Francis didn't let go of her from beginning to end. Her silent struggle and prayer seemed so insignificant.

She stretched out her hands and could only catch a few flying scraps of paper in the air.

Lilian weakly softened in his arms, and he finally let go of her. She fell to the ground and scraps of paper lingered around her as if mocking her like Francis that all the things she cherished were not important.

She hadn't even had a chance to take a look at the paintings before they disappeared completely in front of her.

It was like they had never existed before.