Sylvia had nothing to say.

It was none of her business.

She got off the car and stood there.

Now, what she was supposed to do was to go home, take a shower and have a nice sleep.

It was so exhausting to be the general director. She was tired. Franklin, appearing to be miserable, clutched his stomach. He slowly approached Sylvia. It was so close that his face almost touched hers. Sylvia took a step back, "If your stomach aches, take some pills.”

A sense of outrage oozed from Franklin. There was something intimidating in his dark eyes.

He had faked a pitiful look. Why didn't she show any sympathy toward him?

He could not help feeling frustrated.

Jasper was wordless. “Mr. Maskelyne, you don't look pitiful at all. You are scary.

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Her cold voice was devoid of sympathy, which fanned the flames of anger inside Franklin.

“What a merciless woman.

“You think I can't live without you? Sylvia, for the sake of the old feelings, can't you make some pasta for me? I don't ask for much, just a plate of pasta.”

Franklin raised his hands. His long, slender fingers caressed her face boldly, "Or do I have to resort to other measures to make you stay?" Sylvia wanted to avoid his touch, but it was too late.

His large and firm hand had gripped her wrist and dragged her towards the house...

Sylvia frowned. “What's he angry with?"

Franklin kicked the door open.

The atmosphere in the living room almost froze, making everyone in this room stressed.

It was like a huge cage made of ice.

And Sylvia was in the middle of it.

She watched the man, whose eyes were as sharp as blades dipped in extreme coldness. A mere glance would carve her skin open and leave her flesh bare in the piercing coldness.

Rock, who was watering the flowers, came to the living room as he heard some noise.

the two people confronting each other, he immediately put down his kettle and welcomed, "Mrs.

incapable of

a

was standing in front of her in

the urge to correct

nice to you. He didn't have dinner either. Make some

the tension between them, felt

though it was stiff, and looked into

was apparent that he was determined to keep Mrs. Maskelyne here, which he was happy

not. I miss your cooking so

but

been nice

kindness, and when others were mean to her, she would treat them the same

do anything that would harm Rock. Franklin leaned on the couch leisurely. There were

handmade suit was unbuttoned and two buttons of his black shirt inside were open, revealing his throat and collarbone and his half visible

he could perfectly

eyes rested boldly on her, trying to catch even the slightest change on her

felt a bit uncomfortable. She had agreed to make dinner, what

Suddenly, he stood up, took off his suit, and walked to the

He stared at her.

lips curled into a

showed his arms, which were firm and

was washing the vegetables, the firm

her beautiful face. She was putting all

even made

down and stared at

kitchen. Sylvia looked up and noticed how his face got

it's too much? It's

His voice was so bland that

Sylvia made another egg.

almost

ready, one of which contained two

with two eggs, he could not help cracking a smile. Mrs. Maskelyne

she was willing to reconcile with Master Franklin? He thought naively as he was

believed that Franklin must

go," said

Franklin caught her wrist and led her upstairs, "Time to sleep." Sylvia struggled to get out. She raised another hand high, mustered all her strength, and

he caught her easily and looked at her with irresistible force, “You will hurt both of us if you are going to fight

the floor. Franklin's proud eyes rested on her. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, "Are you really going to

was a trace of

back at

like her, insanely enticing, stirred his heart by merely standing

heart, pulled her into his chest and went upstairs while holding

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