Chapter 32 Bold
A landline probably wouldn't work. If she wanted to borrow Ethan's landline, the result would be the same as lending him a cell phone that morning.
Lilly bit her lip, thinking about this over and over again as she saw Ziyan sitting on the other side of the sofa, chatting incessantly. She nodded.
Okay. If Ethan didn't want to borrow it, then she'd ask Ziyan. Anyway, it's just a phone call; Ziyan shouldn't be as stingy as her adoptive father.
"Ziyan, I want to discuss something with you." Lilly approached Ziyan, bowed her head, and said with a smile, "Can you lend me your phone so I can call a friend?"
"Okay." Without saying anything, Ziyan took out her phone and handed it to Lilly, then asked, deliberately ambiguously, "Lilly, tell me the truth, are you calling your boyfriend?"
At that moment, Lilly felt as if she had returned to Cheng Ethan's small apartment in Provence. When she first learned that he had such a 13-year-old adopted daughter, she truly loved Ziyan as her own little daughter.
At that time, Ziyan wasn't as lively as she is now, but Lilly was very mischievous and always deliberately teased her.
Now, hearing this question from Ziyan, she felt her mischievous side again and blinked slyly, "Yes, my boyfriend." Then she added silently that male friends aren't considered cheaters.
Ziyan immediately assumed a mocking expression and asked ambiguously, "When will you bring him to us? Is he a good person? Does he treat you well? What does he look like? Is he handsome? What is his family background?"
As Ziyan spoke, her gaze, whether intentionally or unintentionally, darted toward Ethan.
But he didn't react, and he couldn't help but wonder: had he been mistaken all along, and hadn't had such feelings for Lilly?
How could she have known that the enormous wave in his heart made him tense, and the hand resting on his chin clenched so tightly that blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, though they were only hidden by his chin.
Even though he already knew everything, a last spark of hope still lingered in his heart, unrealistically hoping that this girl didn't belong to anyone yet.
However, now Lilly's answer to Ziyan completely shattered his hopes and came as a bolt from the blue, revealing just how much he'd been deluding himself.
"Okay, very kind and considerate, handsome and rich," Lilly continued teasing Ziyan, silently adding that Karl was very kind and considerate, and she wasn't lying.
Having started teasing, she automatically switched to unrestrained mode. Seeing Ziyan stunned by her words, she glanced at her shyly and blinked, "And super bold."
Ziyan exclaimed and couldn't help but gossip, "How bold?"
She only came of age last year. Although she grew up in a romantic and uninhibited city like France, Ethan, was reserved and a very traditional man.
Under Ethan's influence, she knew very little about this aspect, and Lilly involuntarily aroused her curiosity.
"Quiet!" a cold voice suddenly rang out in the living room, interrupting the rhythm of the two girls' conversation with undeniable boldness, just as they were about to stray from the topic of 18N.
He was engrossed in Lilly's words about "super courage," and his heart sank with unbearable pain. He immediately picked up a pack of cigarettes, shook out a cigarette, lit one, and lit it in the living room.
Suddenly, Lilly remembered that he was still there. She had accidentally interrupted the others' viewing of the financial news, so she quickly fell silent.
Looking at the clouds of smoke, she still felt a little sad.
He was looking less like himself. Perhaps, from the moment he accepted Ziyan, he ceased to be Ethan she could continue to obsess over.
Perhaps it was God telling her it was time to let go. Lilly came to her senses and heard Ziyan ask, "By the way, Lilly, where's your cell phone?"
"Oh, some lunatic broke it." Lilly glanced casually at him.
"Is that so..." Ziyan said, turning her head and suddenly seeing two purple bruises on Lilly's neck. She grabbed Lilly's shoulders, covered her mouth with her hand, and asked in surprise, "Lilly, what happened to your neck?"
If you didn't look closely, you might think it was a kiss mark, but if you look closely, you could see traces of stagnant blood and shallow teeth marks inside.
Lilly lowered her head along her line of sight. Although she couldn't see the marks on her neck from this angle, she knew what Ziyan was seeing, so she curled her lips like someone else and replied, "Oh, I was bitten by a psychopath."
"Psychopath." Did he dare call him a psychopath? Ethan's face suddenly grew even darker, like an approaching storm.
From the moment he sat down, he had completely ignored any financial channels or listened intently. Ziyan's complaints about the film crew, who later sat next to him, echoed. Although his back was to Lilly, he constantly monitored her movements.
Lilly had just recovered from her illness, and he wanted to stay in the living room and be closer to her to monitor her condition.
Unexpectedly, after some time, Lilly approached him, but she was looking for Ziyan to borrow her cell phone.
Of course, he knew why Lilly had borrowed the phone, to call this man. She constantly thought about this man and couldn't wait to return in the evening to ask!
Furthermore, she admitted that this man was her boyfriend. And she also said a ton of shameless things to Ziyan.
His cold gaze slid furiously across the phone in Lillys hand. Considering Ziyan was still around, he couldn't bear to be angry in front of her, so he lit a cigarette deeply, inhaled it, and tried his best to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Don't talk anymore, I'll call you back later." Lilly stopped teasing Ziyan, said one sentence, then picked up her phone and quickly walked out to the balcony.
I don't know why, but ever since she started talking to Ziyan, she felt the temperature in the living room steadily drop, and a chilling sense of oppression settled in, which inexplicably agitated her.
Lilly walked out to the balcony and dialed Karl's number. In fact, the only number she'd ever remembered was Ethan's number.