The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 165

Lillian’s initially flushed face paled. Her lips trembled, and she could choke out one sentence, I’m sorry.”

After all, she was the one who had said these words, but she was also the one who failed to act on them.

“You have a lot to be sorry for,” he said.

There was another moment of silence in the car. After a long while, the car finally rolled to a stop. Lillian got out with Callum, only to find it was the same villa he had brought her to yesterday.

Recalling the unspeakable scene she had witnessed last night, Lillian couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.

“What? You don’t dare to go in?” Callum turned to face Lillian.

Her lips trembled as she tried faking a smile. She croaked, “Whatever you say will be the same whether we’re inside or outside.

Callum chuckled wryly. “If I wanted to detain you, Lillian, there are many ways I could go around it. And I can also guarantee that it won’t be so easy for Jonathan to take you away this time.”

Lillian hesitated for a moment and then gritted her teeth. Who was afraid of him? If he wanted to hurt her, there was no way for her to stop him anyway!

As a result, Lillian took a couple of steps forward in rage.

Callum also strode forward indifferently.

They walked into the villa, and Callum pointed to a sofa. “Sit down,” he ordered.

As if she were a grade school student, Lillian sat down obediently.

alcohol. After a while, a rainbow-like cocktail appeared in his hand. He held the glass and walked towards her, saying, ‘Drink it. I remember that you liked this

wine would be as mild as fruit wine. Who would have

relationship wouldn’t have been

thanks, I’m not thirsty.” She

glass into her hand bit by bit, almost forcing her to hold it. “I didn’t want to learn how to mix drinks at first. After

indescribable feeling bubbled up in Lillian as she heard these words, and the cocktail in

it?” His gaze pinned her

just that… “Our business is not related to my parents. You can take it up with me to vent your anger. You can do whatever

herself for the

and knocked back the cocktail in her

was identical to the one before, but her feelings about drinking it then and now were completely different. In the past,

he said, looking at

felt thick in her mouth. The taste of the cocktail permeated

that was supposed to be savored slowly had been downed in one go by her. “Callum, what do you want me to do for

of that cocktail, she became considerably bolder, and her

me from back then,

her round eyes wide open as if she were thinking of something. “So I can just give back what I owe

“Yes, he answered.

shook her head, Perhaps it was because of the alcohol just

was indeed as powerful as it used

this moment, she had also become daring because it was so potent. She could do things that she

at the zipper of

narrowed. A light flashed through

finished taking off her coat. She began peeling off her sweater underneath, then her