CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 31 Lilian's Deeply Felt Emotions

Chapter 31 Lilian's Deeply Felt Emotions

Lilian slowly reached out her hand, scooping up a handful of ashes from the ground. As the wind came, they were blown away from her hand.

She looked up helplessly at Francis.

He naturally looked down at her as if he had destroyed nothing but some worthless trash.

In his eyes, she was also like trash. Her friend, herself, and everything she cared about were all worthless to him.

She got up from the ground and said in sign language, "Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

Francis stepped forward and wiped the tears from her eyes. He whispered, "These things don't belong here. I told you to stay away from Courtney Sachs. Why didn't you listen to me?"

She even bit him because of this pile of trash.

Lilian signed, "Can't I have a friend?"

"You have me. That's enough. Why do you have to have a friend?" His voice was gentle, but it sounded bloodcurdling to Lilian.

Lilian looked into his unfeeling eyes, which were even colder than the wind.

She took a step back subconsciously, gesturing, "I've always only had you. You've been the only one in my heart since we were young, but you've had many people around you, except me…" This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Lilian gestured, "What am I to you? A cat or a dog?"

Francis stared at her, silent.

Lilian moved her stiff fingers tearfully, "I'm a human being, not a cat or a dog! I have a heart, I can feel sad, I can feel hurt, but you never care. I don't want to be like a dog, sitting at home every day to wait for your return and happily wag my tail when you touch my head."

Her hands moved slowly, and every gesture was her scream for being heartbroken.

But she couldn't speak, and her hand movements were soundless, so it was impossible to perceive her mind's pain behind those movements.

Francis would not know, and he would never know.

She was just like a dog. Since dogs couldn't speak, people would never know their grievances. Only they themselves knew, and they could only squat in the corner to lick their wounds.

She kept talking to him in sign language in the cold wind, but he was expressionless. Then, she was so much like a clown.

Lilian gradually stopped moving her hands, hung them weakly on her sides, and put a wry smile on her lips.

That was even worse than sadness and despair.

Francis reached out to pull her, but she backed away.

He darkened his eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her over.

The man held her in his arms and whispered, "You are not a dog or a cat. You are my family, irreplaceable family. You were, and you are."

He said, "You're my little friend."

Lilian clenched her hands. She didn't want to be his family. What she wanted was…the love he had for Julian.

She looked at him. The wind swept up the paper scraps on the ground, and they floated to and fro between them.

Her eyes were like the sparks struggling in the ashes on the ground. After a few struggles, they finally calmed down.

Lilian signed, "I've grown up."

She was trying to tell him that she was no longer his little friend, but one who was already twenty- four years old.

But he still looked at her as he used to. He told her that he liked her, but his love was superficial.

She was like a beggar, pleading for his love. Every time she tried to reach out to him, he would ignore her or turn away. He wouldn't even give her love as alms.

He would tell her that this door would never close, and that she would have to beg here forever, never going anywhere else.

He brushed the corner of her eye with his finger and said softly, "You've grown up, so you shouldn't cry as much."

Lilian lowered her eyes. Did he really not understand?

He was just selfish.