The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 164

“Get in the car.” The man spat out those words with his thin lips.

Lillian suddenly looked to be in a dilemma. Though her phone was valuable, the value of freedom was higher! She truly didn’t want to be locked up in his room for hours like yesterday anymore,

Had Jonathan and Rosalie not come to get her yesterday, she wouldn’t even know when she could leave.

“It’s all right. I happen to want to change my phone, so I don’t need that old one anymore, Lillian said in discomfiture.

“In that case, you don’t need those photos and various social media accounts on your phone anymore, too? By the way, there seems to be some internal information about your company as well, right? If you really don’t want it anymore, then forget it. Callum said flatly.

“This… is clearly a threat!” she thought indignantly.

Lillian gritted her teeth. She thought, ‘But there’s clearly a passcode on my phone. Did he… crack it? Is that how he knows about those photos and information?

And… did he also pry into all my social media accounts?”

“How could you do that!” she fumed.

“So, do you want to get into the car or not?” He avoided her question.

Lillian felt fit to be tied. When she saw him back then, she thought he was a courteous, adorable guy. Thus, she couldn’t comprehend why he turned into his current state in just a few years.

Anyhow, at present, Lillian had no choice but to open the back door of the car dejectedly and sit beside Callum.

When she got into the vehicle, she saw that Callum was actually playing with her phone.

“My phone!” she exclaimed, reflexively wanting to get her phone back.

Unfortunately, before she could touch the device, his hand caught her. “You seem to be living well all these years,” he remarked leisurely, clicking on the photos in her phone with his free hand. There were all kinds of pictures of her smiling-some being travel photos, some of daily life, and some of her eating good food outside. According to these photos, she indeed had been living a pretty good life.

photos when they were happy. No one would take photos when

right,” Lillian responded

her wrist and tried to break free from

feel weird as if his temperature was being transmitted to her

she had always been obsessed with his fingers and even

he actually brought his hand to her and allowed

had to admit that touching his fingers felt…

minute! What the hell am I thinking?” she mused.

back to her senses and nearly wanted to slap herself for

as she looked up, she met

looking at her

next instant, his fingers released her wrist, and

to make me return

blinked and wondered, “What do I intend to do? Shouldn’t he

she herself felt stupid. After all,

enough, he smirked and looked at her as

do you want?” She took a deep breath. Anyway, no matter what she chose, his wrath was inevitable. She guessed that the man was simply trying to vent his anger of more than three years on her

vent his

been in any relationship over the past three years?”

shook her head, unsure

anyone you liked?”

celebrities I like with both hands!” she pondered.

face now, she almost instinctively

which, back then, you seemed to have said that if you had a boyfriend like me, you’d feel blissed, right?” he prompted

on her saliva, thinking, “T-Those were… just the words of my young and immature self! Didn’t Rosalie say he’s the

an ordinary, acceptable boyfriend. My requirements for happiness are relatively low” She smiled uncomfortably, having

anything more. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to play with her phone, checking