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.
slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he
because
"You cooked this?"
kicked the instep of his foot, "Just
to get that
cold and
towards the dining table at the thought of
content was all over him when that
a slight change of expression on his
years and Franklin had gotten used to
even remembered the smell of the skin care products she
wash it and then took another two
tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on the
was getting darker and his
the dead of the
been
door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side
crept along
could still tell it was Franklin from
her room in the middle of
that she did
suite that only Franklin
her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit
like a sweet baby
staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help
was still tender with a
as if it had been
the familiar
stared at her for
away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept
Again!
virus went crazy
special about
heart palpitations for
was why she
she was too naive to underestimate what the virus could
body
kiss just now had sped up the
Sylvia felt terrible.
wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and looked at
eyes with a
He said in
on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and
and kissing her. Making
as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her
later, she put down her arm and reopened
night. Franklin's large hand was
herself for her
Damn you, virus!
Fuck!
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