Chapter 165It was All an Illusion


    Chapter 165 It Was All An Illusion


    The voice wasn''t loud, but it was enough to startle both of them.


    Lilian watched hime in after a long journey and her eyshes trembled, that once longed-for


    face now made it hard for her to breathe just by looking at it.


    Not living long is good. If she couldn''t live long, she wouldn''t have to suffer every day.


    The doctor felt somewhat guilty. He didn''t know whether Francis had heard his words, so he stood


    up sheepishly, "Mr. Landau."


    Francis strode over, still carrying a chill with him, and sat down beside Lilian, "How is she?"


    The doctor said, "Her fever has gone down. If she doesn''t have another fever tonight, she should be


    fine."


    Francis nodded, "You can go out first."


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    The doctor sighed with relief and hurriedly left the room.


    The bedroom was quiet, and Lilian gazed at the man''s face with a heavy heart. All her emotions


    compressed inside like a stone pressed on her heart.


    Francis looked down at her and reached out to touch her forehead, but Lilian turned her head to


    avoid it.


    Francis''s gaze darkened, but he still ced his hand on her forehead.


    His hand was cool yet not freezing.


    "Lily," he called her softly.


    Lilian was taken aback, and her lips pressed tightly together, refusing to look at him.


    Francis cupped her face, turning it towards him, "I''m sorry, I shouldn''t have treated you like thatst


    night. Ca you stop being angry?"


    Lilian bit her lip, lifting her eyelids, staring straight at his face.


    A rare tenderness appeared in his eyes and he seemed to have returned to being that gentle man.


    But it was all an illusion.


    It wouldn''t be long before he became that indifferent and horrifying man again.


    He was just trying to get back control.


    Francis''s hand slipped under the quilt, taking her hand, he said to her in a low voice, "No matter


    what you did with him these past three days, I won''t ask about it in the future."


    "But what he did to you, I will take back little by little, okay?"


    Lilian pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, trying to discern something from his face.


    But he hid it too well, nothing could be seen.


    "Don''t be angry, okay?" He pinched her hand, then suddenly leaned over to touch her cheek.


    His every act of tenderness made her fall for him again. She would want to forgive him and take him


    back with just a few words of his.


    He always had a firm grip on her. Because he always gave her the illusion that he loved her.


    Looking into his affectionate eyes, she could no longer hold back the grievances and resentments


    buried in her heart and started sobbing.


    She raised her hand, gesturing: Why didn''t youe to save me?


    Francis watched her hand, suddenly falling silent.


    Lilian held up her hand. There was no need to ask the rest. His silence was the best answer.


    She slowly lowered her hand, disappointment climbing into her eyes.


    The disappointment inside slowly overwhelmed her.


    But Francis took her hand, sighed softly, and said three words, "I''m sorry."


    I''m sorry...


    How ironic the apology was! Did he think these words could change everything?


    She would appear petty and narrow-minded if she didn''t forgive him after he made the apology,


    wouldn''t she?


    Lilian withdrew her hand, gesturing: I''m tired.


    Her gesture silenced Francis.


    Francis looked at her with aplex expression, and after a while, he said, "Eat something before


    you sleep."


    Lilian shook her head and grabbed the quilt to cover herself.


    Francis wasn''t asking for her opinion. He stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and in less than


    twenty minutes, brought back a bowl of porridge.


    He pulled Lilian''s head out of the quilt, "Get up and eat."


    Lilian still shook her head.