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.

Nevertheless, when Callum came back to the office again from a meeting at about 4 p.m., there was still no trace of Lillian
anywhere.
Callum’s eyes moved slightly. He wondered if Lillian had walked off and decided to stay away from him because he deleted
those photos earlier in the morning. If that was the case, though, he would not have it any other way.
At the very least, he could enjoy moments of peace and tranquility.
In fact, he already knew that lady inside and out. The latter had always been an impatient one. For instance, she pronounced
that 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 less than a day.
Even until Callum got off work/and stepped out of the company, Lillian never showed up.
As the car drove in the direction of the White residence, Callum looked out of the window boringly, only to inadvertently catch
sight of a figure by the roadside. He was stunned.
That figure was none other than Lillian.
At that juncture, she was clearly weeping buckets, standing by the roadside with one hand constantly wiping the tears off her
face while clenching her phone with the other.
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“Stop the car!” came Callum’s sudden bellow.
Hearing that, the driver hurriedly pulled over to the roadside. Callum got out of the car as fast as he could and dashed toward
Lillian. “What are you doing here? Why...”
His voice stopped abruptly because, at that moment, the woman raised her head and regarded him with a pair of reddened,
teary eyes. As tears welled up in her eyes, a pang assailed her heart on the spot.
Sobbing out loud, Lillian suddenly lifted her hands and rained blows all over Callum’s chest.

A pucker creased Callum’s forehead as he gripped the woman’s hands. “Are you out of your mind? What in the world happened
to you?”
“Those photos... They were gone with the wind forever... Those phone repairmen all claimed that the photos had been
thoroughly deleted!” Lillian wailed and went on, “You have no idea what those photos. mean to me! How could you simply delete
them?”
Callum frowned even harder on that note. “I told you those were my photos. It’s up to me how I deal with them.” His tone reeked
of naught but frostiness.
“But they’re my precious memories! I was the one who took those photos. It was... the memory shared between my beloved man
and me! Even if you don’t love me anymore, can’t you even leave me those memories?”
Lillian whimpered so loudly that it was as though she was bent on venting out all the suffering bottled up inside.
That entire afternoon, she had paid several shops to get her phone repaired. Sadly, she had been told that the deleted photos
could never be restored. In other words, those photos would never be coming back to
her.
Callum could not help but freeze. Little did he anticipate Lillian to cry a river just because of those photos. “Did those photos of
me really matter to her?” he wondered.
The next second, Lillian’s crying ceased. In exchange, painful groans began to escape her. On top of that, her countenance was
laced with a tinge of agony.
Startled, Callum questioned, “Are you okay?”
“My... My stomach... hurts...” Lillian was catching her breath as she spoke. “The baby... Is there something wrong with the
baby...”
She knitted her brows into an even tighter knot, her mien turning ghastlier by the second.
Callum carried Lillian right away. “I’ll take you to the hospital right now!” Then, he bolted toward the car parked on the roadside.
On the way to the hospital, Lillian pressed her hands against her slightly bulging tummy with fret written all over her face. “Oh,
my baby, stay with me. Be good and wait until I go into labor, will you? I beg of you...”

Her broken, choked-up voice astounded Callum a little. Her expression and tone alone spelled out how important the baby was
to her.
“The baby will be fine,” Callum said unwittingly.
“Really? Will the baby really be okay?” Lillian turned to look at the man like a drowning person clinging on to dear life.
“Don’t you know who I am? If I want to save this baby, I’ll definitely be able to do it! I won’t let anything happen to the baby!”
Callum might have boasted so, but he had once convinced himself to turn a blind eye to the baby’s existence.
Then again, the minute he saw the uneasiness in her eyes and thought of the possibility that she might actually lose the baby, an
urge to save the baby surged through his head.