Franklin took a look at Sylvia, walked over to open his suitcase, and then held a bottle of stomach medicine gotten from it in his hands.
"No food, but at least I got my medicine.”
Sylvia gave him a cold glance and then slammed her bedroom door. Another trick?
She wouldn't fall for it this time.
His life was so miserable compared to the past when he had a warm meal prepared for him when he got home from work.
Sylvia took out her laptop and started to investigate as soon as she got back to her room.
The deadline of three days was just around the corner.
She had to make it in time.
Time went by so quickly that two hours had gone before she realized it. The breeze came through gauzy curtains in the dead of the night. Sylvia sent all the investigation results to Alby.
Then she heard a loud noise coming from outside her room when she turned off her computer.
Sylvia frowned. She slightly opened her door and saw a big man curling up on the carpet in front of the couch.
Was that the sound when Franklin fell from the couch?
Sylvia walked over in suspicion and found that Franklin was pressing his stomach hard with sweat on his forehead.
She suddenly found it amusing to watch a normally cool man curling up on the carpet.
Admittedly, Sylvia was not a compassionate person. But Franklin did treat her well in their four-year marriage.
So she helped him lying on the couch.
Then she pressed her fingers on his stomach to check on him. And he should be doing okay.
He was just too painful from starving and passed out.
What a loser! Couldn't he cook something for himself?
And he would rather pass out?
How could he be so picky?
Sylvia washed her hands and was about to make spaghetti for him in the kitchen.
It was done ten minutes later.
She then walked over to the couch with a plate in her hand and bent to pat his face, "Wake up. Hey, wake up."
There was no response from him whose eyes were tightly closed. Sylvia started to pinch his hand. He had to eat.
Or his stomach ache would get worse.
later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed
some glow came into his eyes because of
"You cooked this?"
of his foot,
it was impossible to get that
at this cold and impassive woman, he felt
the
all over him when that
slight change of expression on his perfectly handsome
had been four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her,
even remembered the smell of the skin care products she had been
finished the plate. He stood up to wash it and then
tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on
night was getting darker and his
the dead
had always been a light
bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on
crept along
could still tell it was
in her room in
she
was the president's suite that only Franklin could live, so he could unlock it
bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which
looked like a sweet baby
evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss
tender with a soothing smell
slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages since
the
for so long just to
away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all
Again!
Why the virus
special about
hadn't had heart palpitations for almost
was why she agreed to
was too naive to underestimate what the virus
have spread in her body when she
the kiss just now had sped
Sylvia felt terrible.
that something was wrong with her. So he stopped
opened her eyes with a breathtaking and rosy
He said in a hoarse
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her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with
the gauzy curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her arm to
put down her arm
and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her
hated herself for her
Damn you, virus!
Fuck!
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