After sending the message, Lily Turner immediately regretted it, but a sent message cannot be taken back.
What should she do?
Lily raised her hand to anxiously ruffle her hair, her eyes fixed on the phone in her hand, but for a long time, the phone showed no response.
No one on the other end replied to her message, nor did anyone call her back.
"I really dislike aggressive women!"
Lily suddenly recalled the words Easton Holmes had said that night. Although there was no light in the room at the time and she couldn’t see his facial expression, she heard a strong contempt in his tone.
He must think she is the kind of woman who is very casual, and the man she is supposed to marry thinks she is someone with a chaotic private life, let alone a stranger like him.
Seeing the message she just sent, he definitely thinks the child in her belly isn’t his, otherwise, why else would he have no response for so long?
Thinking of this, Lily felt uncomfortable, casually tossing the phone onto the sofa, and got up to go to the bathroom.
After filming for so long, she wanted to comfortably soak in a hot bath, then get a good night’s sleep, and afterward, properly and carefully think of a way to solve the trouble she encountered.
If others don’t take her seriously, she must take herself seriously. She cannot be irresponsible to herself.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
Hearing the urgent doorbell, Lily, who was lying in the bathtub taking a bath, frowned suddenly. Who is the inconsiderate person ringing her doorbell?
This is her private residence, and besides Alice Turner, Freya Yeager, and Helena, no one else has ever visited.
Those reporters are only below the apartment and have never come upstairs to disturb her.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
Just as Lily was puzzled, the urgent doorbell sounded again. She couldn’t afford to be confused any longer and stepped out of the bathtub.
Wrapping a towel around her damp hair, she put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom to see what was happening.
Because she wasn’t sure who was outside, Lily walked very lightly to the door. Instead of opening it directly, she leaned into the peephole to look outside.
Through the peephole, she saw a tall and straight back. She wasn’t unfamiliar with this figure, but it took her by surprise.
Why is he here? And how does he know she lives here?
When she sent the text earlier, she hadn’t told him where she was.
Easton Holmes, standing outside, seemed to have sensed Lily’s gaze, suddenly turned around, looked deeply at the peephole, and spoke towards the door gap: "Open the door for me quickly, or I’ll find a way myself."
Opening a door was no challenge for him.
Easton’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for Lily standing inside to hear. The moment he turned around, she had already darted to the side of the door.
Hearing his warning tone, she once again stood behind the door, but worried about being seen by him outside, she didn’t dare to peek through the peephole.
Open the door for you quickly? I refuse to open the door, can you walk through it?
Pouting with dissatisfaction at the door, Lily leaned sideways against the wall beside the door.
Easton’s visit was too sudden, leaving her with no mental preparation. She didn’t know his purpose for coming here.
Responsible? Or to take her to the hospital to do...
Click!
Suddenly, the sound of the lock opening came at this moment.