The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 980

“Wait a minute…” Only then did Lillian suddenly realize that her phone was not in her possession.

She sprang up, only to breathe a sigh of relief upon glimpsing the phone sitting on the coffee table. Yet, on the heels of that, it was as if she recalled something. Quick as a wink, she picked up her phone and launched the gallery.

All of a sudden, Lillian could feel nothing but a blackout before her eyes, to the extent that she nearly got all choked up.

To her astonishment, every single photo of the man had vanished from the gallery on her phone. She was certain that she had even laid eyes on those pictures before she fell into slumber. Grabbing the phone, Lillian sprinted toward Callum’s desk. “Did you delete the photos on my phone?” “I merely deleted my own photos. Can’t I even dispose of those with my own face?” answered Callum ever so calmly.

“You…” Lillian’s eyes reddened with tears then and there. “Do you have any idea what those photos—” Then came Callum’s intervention. “All I know is that those photos are mine. Also, I dislike being disturbed when I’m at work.”

Lillian stopped making a peep at that. In the end, she slumped onto the couch silently. Initially, she had been overjoyed upon waking up that the man had tucked her in with a thin blanket, but then, her short-lived happiness turned into pure sorrow.

She cherished those photos so much, for they were her fond memories shared with him. Should she be deprived of even memories of that sort, she would be left with nothing, or so she thought.

Staring at her phone, Lillian sniffed time and again, her shoulders twitching. She looked like she was suppressing the sadness within and at the same time trying hard to hold back the tears from gushing out of her sockets.

Gazing at the woman, Callum suddenly felt that he had done something wrong. Lillian did not even shed a tear, yet he felt even worse looking at her demeanor at that point compared to seeing her tearful visage. Callum forced himself to hang his head low to direct his line of sight toward the files in front of him. His thoughts, however, continued to linger around the other person in the office.

At noon, instead of inviting Lillian to have a meal together, Callum went for lunch on his own. When he finally returned to the office, Lillian was already gone. Even the bag she carried alongside her that day had. disappeared.

“Did she… go out for lunch?” Callum guessed in his heart.

the office again from a meeting at

he deleted those photos earlier in the morning. If that was the case, though, he would

he could enjoy moments

she would stay put and wait for him outside the manor all night on that fateful night, but when the clock struck nine at night, she was all packed up and ready to leave. Similarly, she wanted to be given one month’s time, yet she seemed to be already getting cold feet in

stepped out of the company, Lillian never showed up.

in the direction of the White residence, Callum looked out of the window boringly, only to

figure was none other

clearly weeping buckets, standing by the roadside with one hand constantly wiping the tears off her face while clenching her phone

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the car!” came Callum’s sudden

of the car as fast as he could and dashed toward Lillian. “What are you doing here? Why…”

at that moment, the woman raised her head and regarded him with a pair of reddened, teary eyes. As

hands

he gripped the woman’s hands. “Are you out

been thoroughly deleted!” Lillian wailed and went on, “You

that note. “I told you those were my photos. It’s up to me

shared between my beloved man and me! Even if you don’t love me anymore, can’t

was bent on venting out all the suffering bottled up inside.

to get her phone repaired. Sadly, she had been told that the deleted photos could never be restored. In other words,

her.