CHAPTER 709: CHAPTER 709: THE DARK-SKINNED BEAUTY’S IDENTITY

Their gazes locked, the threat in Finnian Lawrence’s eyes was unmistakable.

With that, Philip Lawrence ran out of options and reluctantly apologized before making a quick exit.

As soon as the stranger left, Lily Sloan couldn’t hold it anymore, tears rolled down the dining table one after another.

For a moment, only the sound of crying remained.

Finnian Lawrence stood up from his seat and sat next to her, "Keep crying and your makeup will be ruined."

Lily Sloan’s shoulders were still trembling up and down, evidently, this comfort was of no use.

Finnian Lawrence didn’t understand why she was crying so fiercely.

Was it because of the title? Or something else?

People around them started to stare, and Lily Sloan, realizing her impropriety, held back her grievances.

She asked, "That girl just now, is she your sister?"

Her voice was a bit nasal.

Finnian Lawrence replied truthfully, "She is my second uncle’s daughter, has always been abroad, just returned a few days ago. For some reason, she holds a grudge against me."

After answering, he added, "Sorry to have involved you."

"What’s the reason? Did you offend her?"

Listening to the concern in her voice, Finnian’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he couldn’t utter a sound.

How should he explain it to her?

The man’s silence made Lily Sloan’s frown deepen, she persisted in asking, "What’s this about a fiancée? Are your family strongly against us being together?"

Lily Sloan had long known that she and the Lawrence Family were mismatched in status.

After being with Finnian Lawrence, she naively thought they could face all difficulties hand in hand.

Today’s incident seemed somewhat different from her imagination.

After a long while, no one spoke.

Lily Sloan suddenly realized that her understanding of Finnian Lawrence was far from enough.

Others said she had brought a legend down from the altar, only she knew that wasn’t true.

Finnian Lawrence remained unattainably high.

She bent down to pick up her bag, the silver chain wrapped around her wrist, and prepared to leave, "If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. Let’s leave it here for today."

Two months into their relationship, this was their first argument.

Just a second before Lily Sloan took a step, Finnian Lawrence caught her hand in time, explaining, "It’s not that I don’t want to, I just haven’t figured out how to convey these things to you. Give me some time."

Lily Sloan didn’t understand what was so difficult to say.

She wanted to shake off the hand on her wrist, but the other party said, "Don’t be like this."

"I am not making a fuss, I am giving you time, but I want to go home and rest now."

"I’ll take you home."

Finnian Lawrence’s eyes were deeper than ever, his lips pressed together tightly.

In the evening, the weather was slightly cool, the wind pleasantly gentle.

Upon parting, Finnian Lawrence opened the car door for Lily Sloan, but didn’t hurry to let her leave.

He stood blocking the gap between the car door and the passenger seat, confining Lily Sloan, and said, "For some things, not knowing might be better than knowing. There are some parts I’ve kept from you because they’re already resolved and won’t affect our relationship."

It was Finnian Lawrence’s first time in a relationship, lacking any experience.

He didn’t know that when problems arise between couples, they should face them together.

He only knew to resolve all difficulties secretly, without mention or expecting gratitude.

Little did he know, this wasn’t what Lily Sloan wanted.

The confined person took a deep breath and responded in a slightly sulky tone, "Got it, handle it the way you think is best."