CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 8

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.

Francis didn't know this.

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."