CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 151 Take off Your Clothes

Chapter 151 Take off Your Clothes

Yeah, by Francis's side, she was just like a dog locked in a cage.

When he was in the mood, he would pet her, but when he wasn't, he would leave her aside and even forbid her from wagging her tail at others.

She had no dignity and no status as Mrs. Landau... In everyone's eyes, she was just a joke.

How could she hurt Courtney for the sake of her meaningless dignity?

Johnson looked at her with lowered eyes that were shimmering, the smile fading from his face.

Her messy hair really made her look like a puppy.

Lilian finished the last bite of her meal and bit her lip as she looked up at Johnson. Her eyes were shimmering and with tolerance.

Even though she believed she had no dignity left, she felt a sense of humiliation that made her feel ashamed.

Johnson smiled as he put down his bowl and then shook the phone in his hand. "Do you want to see how pathetic you looked just now?"

Lilian's pupils slightly contracted as she shifted her gaze to the phone screen, her body stiffening.

There was a video of her just now.

The sense of humiliation grew even stronger without reason. She even wished she could disappear from this world completely...

Johnson played with his phone, enjoyed the video on it, and smiled. "I really want to show it to Francis."

Lilian clenched her fists and naturally understood what he meant. She turned her head in shame, refusing to answer him.

Johnson suddenly reached out and slowly untied the rope around her wrists. In that moment of release, Lilian felt as if her whole body had become lighter.

She weakly slid off the chair, falling to the ground like a feather, light and ethereal.

Johnson grabbed her clothes, pulled her up, and dragged her towards the door.

Lilian was already too weak to struggle. The collar choked her neck, and her throat felt like it was being strangled by a rope, almost suffocating her.

Johnson dragged her into the bathroom and threw her onto the floor before turning on the showerhead and spraying it at her.

The cold water poured down, making Lilian shiver uncontrollably. She hugged herself, crawling to the corner and curling up.

Johnson held the showerhead and squatted in front of her. "Take off your clothes."

Lilian trembled all over and stared at him in disbelief. Water splashed down from above, washing down her cheeks. Her wet hair stuck to her face and covered her eyes.

Johnson smirked. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in you, a woman who Francis has already slept with." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

It was hard to imagine that a man with such a refined face would say such vulgar words.

The water from the showerhead gradually became warm, washing away the coldness from her body, and her shivering became less severe.

Johnson's voice sounded along with the sound of water. "If you want for me to undress you, it might not be gentle. You better think it over."

"Oh, by the way, your friend is still in my hands."

Lilian tightly pursed her lips, staring at him with a mix of shame, anger, and fear.

She had so many feelings inside but couldn't express a tenth of them with her pitiable appearance.

The only thing that could capture his attention were her reddened eyes and disheveled hair.

When a woman looked at a man with a sense of humiliation in her eyes, it stimulated the man's desire for conquest and cruelty.

Especially when the woman was beautiful.

Johnson stared into her eyes, his gaze darkening. "Don't make me say it a third time. Take it off."

Lilian's fingers slowly tightened, clutching her clothes. She was struggling inside.

Johnson lost patience and suddenly threw down the showerhead. It fell to the ground, twisting like a snake.

Water sprayed everywhere, falling on the two of them and wetting his clothes as well.

He grabbed Lilian's arm and pulled her closer. She instinctively held herself tightly and shook her head desperately at Johnson.