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.
his eyes and met hers; he hummed in
into his eyes because of the smell coming
"You cooked this?"
of
impossible to get that
cold and
himself up and walked towards the dining
him when that bite
slight change of expression
used to everything about her,
the
stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules of
and turned and couldn't fall
and his desire for her was
the dead of
always been a light
while Sylvia
crept along so
still tell it was
he doing here in her room in
she did lock
Franklin could live, so he could unlock
was only one night light on, which
like a sweet baby
her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss
still tender with a soothing
kissed harder as if it
the familiar breaths of
stared at her for so
But suddenly a familiar
Again!
Why the virus went crazy every time
was special
heart palpitations for almost
why she
she was too naive to underestimate what the virus
her body when she kissed Franklin
now had sped
Sylvia felt terrible.
something was wrong with her. So he stopped kissing
opened her eyes with a
wake up?" He said in
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her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady and watching her
by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her arm to cover
later, she put down
a sore and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up and tossed it
herself for her
Damn you, virus!
Fuck!
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