CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 8 You Can Marry Julian Once We Divorced

Chapter 8 You Can Marry Julian Once We Divorced

Lilian pursed her lips. After staring at him for a while, she seemed to have made up her mind and let go of his coat.

She went downstairs and crossed over to the sofa in the living room. She bent down and pulled open the drawer below the coffee table.

Francis followed her. As soon as he took a look, he saw a divorce agreement lying in the open drawer, which had been there for a long time.

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He hadn't even opened this drawer before.

Suddenly, he looked at Lilian with shock and confusion.

Lilian looked at him seriously, and all she wanted him to know was in her eyes.

'Let's get divorced.'

Francis suddenly laughed, feeling irritated. He questioned, "Are you picking a fight with me?"

Lilian waved her hand, signed, "I'm not picking a fight. I've wanted to give this to you a long time ago."

"She wasn't lying. But every time she thought of it, she didn't have the courage to bring it out. But why did she do this time?

Was it because she didn't want to lose her friend, or was it because the high fever made her mind unclear?"

She didn't know.

But when she took out this divorce agreement, she felt a sense of relief.

It was like pulling out a thorn that had been stuck in her heart.

"Is it because of Courtney Sachs that you want to divorce me?" he asked to confirm.

Lilian replied in sign language, "It has nothing to do with her. It's me. I want to divorce you."

She looked at him with determination, using her eyes to tell Francis that she was serious.

Francis stared at her for a while, then suddenly sat down on the sofa. "Fine. I won't give you alimony. You won't get a penny of my property either. And return all the money I've spent on you over the years. If you agree to all of these, I agree to the divorce."

Lilian then turned and ran back upstairs.

Francis watched her back, and his gloomy expression eased a bit.

After a while, Lilian came down from upstairs again and handed Francis a card.

As he stared at the card, Francis's just relaxed expression darkened a bit. He looked up at Lilian, and anger flickered in his deep eyes.

He asked, with a relatively calm voice, "What do you mean?"

Lilian placed the card on the table and signed, "All the money you gave me is here."

"Did you mishear me? I said, all the money I spent on you from childhood to now, not the money I gave you." His voice was low, and it seemed that he was suppressing anger.

Lilian signed, "I can pay you back in the long term."

Francis laughed, "You, a dummy, can't even survive once you step out of this door. Tell me, how are you going to pay me back?"

Lilian took out the divorce agreement and placed it in front of him, with an unprecedented stubbornness on her face.

Lilian replied in sign language, "Once we are divorced, you can marry Julian. You can..."

Her hands paused for a moment, as if frozen, but she rigidly signed to convey her message - "And then you two can be together forever."

"Enough!" He suddenly grabbed the divorce agreement and threw it at her. The papers scattered all over the floor, and her hand also froze in mid-air.

Francis stood up, looked down at her, and several red marks appeared on her face as those papers must have scratched her cheek a little while falling to the ground. And her scattered hair made those red marks even more distinct.

He averted his gaze, and his tone also became more restrained. "You can talk about divorce after you repay the money."

After saying that, he turned around and left the villa.

Back in the car, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff. And then he felt the anger in his heart calmed down a little.

That little dummy got more temper than before and dared to bring up divorce with him.

He hadn't brought it up yet, and she dared to do it first?

Francis had never been so angry with Lilian before. Perhaps he himself didn't understand why he was angry.

Lilian stood still in the room, not crying or making a scene.

It was only when the sound of the car driving away came that she slowly squatted down and picked up the scattered divorce agreement.

Why did he refuse when she mustered the courage to let him go?

Her head was very dizzy, and she took fever-reducing medicine. This time, she couldn't sleep.

Francis left again, leaving the empty villa with only herself.

She curled up on the sofa, with the lights off in the villa, lost in her thoughts.

Around ten p.m., she received a phone call from Michael Ball.

Michael was a good friend of Francis. He knew that Lilian couldn't speak, so after the phone connected, he got straight to the point.

"Ms. Rossum, please come to Le Magique. Frank has gone crazy!"

After saying that, Michael hung up the phone. Lilian heard some noise on his end, and she seemed to hear Courtney's voice over the phone.

Lilian got up from the sofa, changed her clothes, and headed out.