My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 22 - Password

That same night, the police gave a statement via their official website:

"Based on reports from local residents, last night there was a hit and run around Jalan Tunjungan. The victim of the incident had the initials SH, an artist manager. Through a police investigation, the perpetrator who hit the victim has been arrested. The perpetrator with the initials LM admitted his actions and is now being legally processed."

"During the investigation process, the public had accused the famous model Lilia Reins of being the perpetrator. With this, the police stated that the news was just a hoax. SH as the victim also expressed her satisfaction with the results of this investigation. The police remind everyone to maintain social order and not to spread fake news. "

This statement spread widely on the internet and again made Lilia's name go viral, albeit for positive reasons.

Lilia happened to see the news about that statement on her iPed. Apart from the inscription, there were two photos attached. One of them was a photo of the perpetrator's arrest and the other was a photo of the car that hit Sara.

After reading the news, the worry that had been filling Lilia's mind immediately vanished. She emailed the statement to Harold before leaving her room.

When Lilia walked out into the hallway on the second floor, only a few small wall lamps were on. The weak light actually made the hallway look even darker. The quiet atmosphere of the house didn't help reduce Lilia's fear either.

She walked down the hall, checking every room she passed, hoping to find Jean. However, her search was fruitless.

Lilia went down to the first floor and went back to exploring the house. She finally found the only room where the lights were still on. Lilia was standing at the front of the room, but she hesitated to knock on the door.

Lilia felt uncomfortable bothering Jean this late, plus she always felt awkward when faced with that man. However, she needed a cell phone and there was only Jean's cellphone in this house.

While Lilia was arguing with herself when the study door swung open.

Jean opened the door and was about to step outside with a teacup in hand. He almost dropped the cup when he saw someone standing in front of his study door. Fortunately, Jean was able to maintain his even facial expression.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

Lilia was just as surprised, but she immediately replied, "Um… can I borrow your cell phone? My manager still carries my cell phone."

"No problem. Come in. " Jean answered. He turned around and went back into his study.

Lilia hesitated for a moment to follow the man, but she recalled her purpose here and stepped inside.

The woman looked around. The simple but elegant layout and decor reminded him of Jean's room in his office. One wall of this room was covered by a large shelf filled with books. On his work table was a teapot and an ashtray.

Lilia's gaze fell on the figure of Jean wearing gray silk pajamas. The man's tall and well-built body made him look athletic and masculine. Seeing that reminded Lilia of the time when Jean hugged her in the car. Being in that man's arms gave her a sense of security and serenity, the kind of feelings she hardly could describe.

Lilia hurriedly shook her head to erase the thought. She hoped that Jean wouldn't notice her blushing cheeks.

"This. The password is 0601."

Lilia turned around when she heard Jean's voice. She accepted the cell phone that the man handed her and entered the number without thinking.

After a few seconds, Lilia realized that the number sequence was her birthday.

How did Jean know her birthday?

More importantly, why did Jean use her birthday date?

"Don't just stand there. Sit down." Jean's voice broke Lilia's reverie.

Lilia saw the man leaning back on the sofa while crossing his legs. As before, Lilia headed to the sofa opposite Jean. The fiancé, however, cleared his throat and patted the empty space next to him.

Lilia gave Jean a defiant look. Without saying a word, she sat opposite him. Lilia felt satisfied when she saw Jean's eyes widen in shock. Surely that man had never seen another person oppose him so blatantly like this!

Alas, her satisfaction was short-lived.

Jean stood up and moved right beside Lilia. The woman looked at Jean in annoyance. 'Would you die if you weren't close to me?!' She thought to herself.

She decided to ignore Jean and call Harold's number. Her hand played with the sofa cushions while waiting for the phone to connect.

Seeing Lilia acting as if he wasn't there, a small smile crossed Jean's face. At least this was the progress from Lilia's attitude which was awkward and shy any day. The man said nothing and started working with the laptop beside him.

"Hello, Harold? This is Lilia. Can you pick me up tomorrow at 10 am? Ah, don't forget to buy flowers on your way here. White lilies. Where, you ask? Of course to the hospital!"

Lilia was silent for a moment as Harold spoke.

"This is precisely the right time to visit. Please take care of the preparations. Hm? No, I'm not at home."

At this point, Lilia frowned and fell silent for a moment. She turned to Jean, then pushed the cell phone away before whispering, "What's the address of this house?"

After Jean gave her his home address in detail, Lilia smiled broadly and returned to her phone.

She told Harold the address and immediately ended their conversation.