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.

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

was incapable of

what a familiar

standing in front of her in

the urge to correct her

He didn't

of the tension between them, felt the atmosphere

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

apparent that he was determined to

I miss

had no other choice but to head to

had been nice

repaid their kindness, and when others were

leisurely. There were women out there more docile

and two buttons of his black shirt inside were open, revealing his throat and collarbone and

where he was sitting, he could perfectly see what Sylvia was doing in the

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

uncomfortable. She had agreed to make dinner, what more did he

Suddenly, he stood up, took off his suit,

He stared at her.

lips curled into a

up his sleeves and showed his arms, which were

he was washing the vegetables, the firm

tilted his head a bit and saw her beautiful face. She was putting all her heart

even made two

and stared

two eggs." His deep voice resounded through the kitchen. Sylvia looked up and noticed

too much?

bland that it seemed no

Sylvia made another egg.

pasta was almost done, she put the sauce

were ready,

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

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

all, including the soup, Sylvia deeply believed

go,"

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

looked at her with irresistible force, “You will hurt both of

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

trace of warning

back

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

his restless heart, pulled her into his chest

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