CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 63 Love and Sexual Desire Were Never Equivalent

Chapter 63 Love and Sexual Desire Were Never Equivalent

Because the lights were still on, Francis instantly noticed her face, which was creased with worry. He hesitated briefly.

Then he took hold of Lilian's wrist and pulled up her nightgown sleeve to see a scrape and a large bruise on her elbow.

He pulled back her collar, and there was also a bruise on her shoulder.

Francis looked at Lilian. She closed her eyes, and her lips opened slightly. It took a long time for her to slow down the pain.

"Why didn't you apply for any ointment?" Francis asked, opening the adhesive bandage only to see that she had not applied ointment.

Lilian opened her eyes and hid the pain on her face, and gestured to show she was alright and not too serious.

She didn't dare to apply for any ointment, fearing it might affect the child. After all, the child was in a precarious state.

Francis got out of bed and rummaged through drawers and cupboards, and returned after a while, "Where's the first aid kit?"

The family was always cleaned up by Lilian. It was funny to say Francis was not familiar with his own home.

Lilian shook her head. She didn't want to apply ointment and gestured to show there was no first aid kit.

Francis frowned slightly and walked over to pull her. He said, "Then let's go to the hospital."

Lilian was momentarily startled and quickly waved her hands, gesturing indiscriminately.

She gestured, "No need to bother, I dealt with it. I am okay and the wound is already scabbed.."

She gestured, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Francis stared at her for a moment, "Really not going?"

Lilian shook her head vigorously like a drum-shaped rattle, for fear that she would shake slowly, making Francis think that she was playing hard to get.

"Alright, we won't go then." Francis finally listened to her and lay back down on the bed.

This time, he didn't do anything to her. He simply wrapped his arm around her waist and went to sleep.

The bedroom was brightly lit because he didn't like to sleep in the dark.

Over time, the lights in the bedroom were rarely turned off.

They got married three years ago.

They were in the same room, and Francis kissed her for the first time.

Lilian's innocent face looked at him. Francis stared at her for a long time. He said that he felt like he was committing a crime.

At that time, Lilian thought this was the way to lay love between men and women. So she obediently followed his words, doing whatever he asked of her.

But later, she realized that this wasn't love.

It's a desire. It was a duty on the part of a husband and wife.

Someone once told her that such things could be passionate even without love.

Love and sexual desire were never equivalent.

Lilian woke up again, and it was already noon.

She checked her phone immediately, but there was still no reply from Courtney.

As Lilian watched the messages she sent, all the messages disappeared to the top of the comments section, and her heart sank with it.

All of this was because of her. Courtney would surely blame her. It was only rational.

After all, how could someone like Courtney have friends?

Lilian sat blankly on the sofa. The sound of the TV had been ringing since last night, but even at maximum volume, it couldn't drown out the chilling emptiness that pervaded the villa.

Lester agreed to Francis's conditions, helping him with immigration matters. However, Courtney's matter was not well controlled, but intensified.

The value of the Sachs family's stocks continued to plummet daily, evaporating by billions in just a few days. Mr. Sachs's hair turned white in a short time. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Standing at the study door, Courtney watched her father's haggard appearance with mixed emotions.

Francis just did a little something, yet she brought disaster upon the entire Sachs family.