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.

he immediately put down

incapable

a

of her in an

the

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

tension between them, felt the atmosphere

to smile, though it was stiff, and looked into Rock's caring eyes,

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

I have not. I

choice but to head to the

been nice to

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

anything that would harm Rock. Franklin leaned on the couch leisurely. There were women out there more

his black shirt inside were open, revealing his throat and collarbone

where he was sitting, he could perfectly see what Sylvia

trying to catch even

Sylvia felt a bit uncomfortable. She had agreed to make

Suddenly, he stood up, took off his suit,

He stared at her.

lips curled into a faint smile, "Let

up his sleeves and showed his arms, which

washing the vegetables, the firm muscles visibly shifted

beautiful face. She was

made two

down and stared at

voice resounded through the kitchen. Sylvia looked up and noticed how his face got more enchanting under the

too much? It's

hungry." His voice was so bland that

Sylvia made another egg.

was almost done, she put the sauce

ready, one of which contained two

he could not help cracking a smile. Mrs. Maskelyne was

she was willing to reconcile with

watching Franklin eat them all, including the soup, Sylvia deeply believed that Franklin must have died of hunger

go," said

Franklin caught her wrist and led her upstairs, "Time to sleep." Sylvia struggled to get out. She raised

and looked at her with irresistible force, “You will hurt both of us if you

corner of his mouth curved up slightly, "Are you really going to test my ability, sweetheart? I'm afraid you

a trace of warning

back at

bright. Awoman like her, insanely enticing, stirred his heart by

control over his restless heart, pulled her into his

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