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; he hummed in a low

eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

of his

it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

and impassive woman, he felt

towards the dining table at the thought of

inexplicable content was all over him when that

slight change of expression on

Franklin had gotten used to everything about her, including

the skin care

stood up to wash it and

and turned and couldn't fall

night was getting darker and his desire for her

the dead of the

always been

opened her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her

crept along

tell it was Franklin

doing here in her room in the middle

recalled that she did lock the

the president's suite that only Franklin could live,

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

looked like a sweet baby without the usual

staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help

still tender with a soothing smell that

slowly kissed harder as if it had been

felt the

stared at her for

him away. But

Again!

been four years! Why the virus

special

heart palpitations for almost a

she agreed to

she was too naive to underestimate what

her body

just now had sped up the

Sylvia felt terrible.

something was wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and

eyes with a

up?" He said in a hoarse

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been touching and kissing her. Making love with

dazzling sunlight fell through 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

down her arm and reopened her

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

hated herself for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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