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.

eyes and met hers;

some glow came into his eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

of his foot, "Just

impossible to get that sweet

at this cold and

he still held himself up and walked towards the dining table at the

inexplicable content was all over him when that bite

a slight change of expression on his

four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything

the smell of the skin care products

up to wash it and then took

turned and couldn't

getting darker and his desire for her was

dead

always been a

bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was

crept along

still tell it

her room in the middle of the

recalled that she did

was the president's suite that only Franklin could live, so he could

peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit

a sweet baby without the

bent over and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her

tender with a soothing smell that he

it

the familiar breaths

for so long just to kiss

away. But suddenly a familiar feeling

Again!

Why the virus went crazy every

was special about

had heart palpitations

she

naive to underestimate what the

spread in her body when

the kiss just now

Sylvia felt terrible.

wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and

opened her eyes with a

He said in

him sleepily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

anymore. He tore her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady and watching her moaning under

bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised

later, she put down her

from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up

hated herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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