"Boss, I lost to Franklin in a fight for you, so I have come home. You should stay with him since there's a virus inside you. Is he amazing in bed?"

Reading Logan's message, Sylvia frowned and replied, "Stop talking nonsense.”

It was two in the morning already.

Logan had fallen asleep.

Sylvia was thinking about why Franklin didn't get to the bottom of it. She waited for a while and found that he hadn't come back to the bedroom.

Forget about him! She was tired and slowly fell asleep.

In the kitchen, Franklin was following the online video instruction and taking out the ginger and milk from the fridge.

"Crush the ginger and heat the milk."

He turned on the stove and heated the milk.

Ten minutes later, he turned off the stove and the ginger milk was made.

Sylvia was sleeping when she heard his deep voice, "Sweetie, wake up. Have some milk."

She slowly opened her eyes and smelled ginger.

Ginger?

Raising her eyes, she saw Franklin bending over with a glass of milk. He was wearing a woman's apron but still looked handsome and charming.

"You made ginger milk?" she sat up and took the milk.

She took a sip. It was sweet. Why was it so sweet? She could hardly taste the ginger.

didn't know if you liked it." Franklin smiled

"It's sweet."

was too sweet

she wasn't an ungrateful

make her ginger milk just so she could feel a bit warmer in

it up. "Thank

did feel warmer

simply closed her eyes. She had been numb to these

his ex-wife. They had

she didn't bother to argue with

up as soon as the sky turned

up and changed her menstrual pad, feeling refreshed. Last night, after falling asleep, she seemed to feel a warm hand

years, during which he never came to the Townyer Villa when she was in her period. He only came to stay for one night or two after

never knew she would feel uncomfortable

night, Franklin had been feeling guilty because

been a terrible

she saw breakfast on

bringing out

you

Sylvia smiled at

to make breakfast herself. It seemed that

for you. The breakfast is ready," Rock said after bringing out the last dish. Franklin walked out of the

He didn't

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At least his work all night last night wasn't

forehead. She was wearing a white hoodie and a pair of black jeans, looking energetic. Her

dressed

feeling well, so I ordered a chef over,” Franklin said, pointing at the chair next

he would be so gentle one day. He washed the bedsheet, made her milk, and ordered a chef to cook her

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