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.

the majority of people would naturally only take photos

right,” Lillian responded awkwardly,

wriggled her wrist and tried to break free

way made her feel weird as if

his fingers were quite attractive. At that time, she had always been obsessed with his fingers and even once asked him

brought his hand to her and allowed her to feel him

someone with a thing for hands, she had to admit that touching his fingers

the hell am I

of a sudden, Lillian came back to her senses and nearly wanted to slap herself

she met Callum’s stunning, dark eyes again.

looking at her with a layer of emotion that she couldn’t decipher.

released her wrist, and Lillian was

you intend to do to make me return your phone?”

I intend to do? Shouldn’t he be giving it back to

she herself felt stupid. After all, how could a person

at her

his wrath was inevitable. She guessed that the man was simply trying to vent his anger of more than three years on her by

ll let him vent his

been in any relationship over the past

shook her head, unsure why

was there anyone you liked?”

count all the celebrities I like with

his expressionless face now, she almost

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

nearly choked on her saliva, thinking, “T-Those were… just the words of my young and immature self! Didn’t Rosalie say he’s the chairman of White Maple Group and the head of the White family now? How could I possibly have any thoughts about

I had an ordinary, acceptable boyfriend. My requirements for happiness are

man glanced at her and didn’t say anything more. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to play with her phone,