CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 160 Suicide

Chapter 160 Suicide

As the cold water kept getting into her nose and throat, Lilian felt choked, and her lungs hurt so much. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Lilian instinctively struggled in the water with her hands and feet and splashed the water in the bathtub all over the floor.

After a few struggles, Francis grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out.

Lilian breathed in the air desperately and spat out a lot of water from her mouth and nose.

"Tell me, were you voluntary?" Francis asked it again.

Lilian opened her eyes. Water kept flowing down from her head and blocking her view.

She tried to see Francis' face but failed.

"Were you voluntary?" He asked again.

Lilian still nodded.

As expected, Francis pressed her into the water again.

Lilian didn't struggle this time. She lay in the water, letting the cold water drown her, and her hands hung down in the water weakly.

She had never been brave enough to face death. Now Francis helped her.

Death was not bad. It was a relief.

As long as she died, no one would be implicated by her, and Lilian herself would be in no pain.

A woman like her should have died a long time ago.

Lilian closed her eyes, and memories over the years flashed across her mind little by little. She felt suffocated and started to lose her consciousness.

Just then, Francis pulled her out again. As her chest was squeezed, she spat out a lot of water.

Francis let her go.

Lilian lay prone on the bathtub and coughed desperately. She was dripping water from head to toe. Water dropped down her sleeves and onto the floor.

Francis was also wet. The water spitted out when Lilian struggled had stained his clothes.

Francis took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

He squatted down in front of Lilian and raised her chin. "Now tell me, were you voluntary?"

Lilian forced a smile. She tried to laugh but failed after many attempts.

Why did he care so much about her willingness?

Did it matter whether she was voluntary or not?

When he chose not to look for her, he should have expected the result.

He did expect what might happen, but he didn't come to her.

What was he doing now?

Was he blaming her for not being able to keep herself for him? And making him lose face in front of Johnson?

Lilian didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. Her head was dizzy and she felt the whole world was spinning around.

Lilian felt her body turning cold, but it was incomparable to the coldness inside of her.

She stared at Francis and nodded again.

Francis stared at her intently. He was getting increasingly angry and might lash out at any moment.

The next second, he threw her into the water hard, "Wash yourself."

After that, he went out without looking back.

Lilian lay in the cold water. In the winter, it felt no different from ice.

She turned to look at the closed bathroom door, her hair dripping with water, flowing down her neck into her collar. The coldness ran down her spine.

Lilian's eyes blinked. She closed her eyes and slowly slid into the water, her clothes and hair lingering in the water.

Actually, it was not hard to die.

Lilian closed her eyes and let the water pour into her nose, feeling the suffocation caused by the bursting of water filled with lungs.

Lilian tried to ignore the physical discomfort and kept thinking about the past happy times.

She missed many scenes: Francis held her hand to go to school; he smiled indulgently; he rubbed her head and asked her to eat more; he said he didn’t like a skinny wife.

It was ridiculous that she took the coaxing seriously every time.

What a stupid woman she was!

Lilian sighed and made a bitter smile.

That was it.

Everything was over.

She slowly sank to the bottom of the water.

Francis stood outside for a few minutes but didn't hear any movement inside. He frowned and suddenly kicked the bathroom door away.