Sylvia wasn't injured, but she wondered why she had fallen as the carpets were everywhere. She almost rolled down the stairs. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have either been killed immediately or disabled.

Lilian looked worried. “I'm sorry, Miss Andrews. It's my fault. If something happened to you, I would feel extremely guilty."

She kept blaming herself and felt upset, looking pitiful, as if she would shed tears the next second. Sylvia was the victim, but Lilian seemed to have encountered the accident instead.

Arching her brow, Sylvia said, "I didn't fall. Save your tears till the day I become disabled."

"Miss Andrews, you were awesome just now. Are you a martial artist?" Lilian asked, wiping the tears off her eye corner.

"Right. Whoever dares to harm me will end up miserably.” Sylvia stared at her eyes, and her tone was cold.

Then she went to the dining room.

Biting her lip, Lilian followed her.

The supper was simple, and Sylvia wasn't picky. She ate some.

When Franklin went downstairs, Lilian hurriedly served another portion. "Master Franklin, have a try. I prepared it for you deliberately.”

“I only eat Sylvia's dishes," Franklin replied expressionlessly.

He wore a black bathrobe. After a shower, he looked seductive and hot with messy hair on his handsome face.

This was the first time Lilian had seen him look so unruly and sexy. Usually, Franklin wore suits, looking aloof and self-restrained.

He looked utterly different but still made her heart race.

Lilian blushed.

"Master Franklin, I-1 made it as perfect as possible."

"So what?" Franklin ordered leisurely, "Leave."

Lilian gaped at him in disbelief as he sent her away.

“I'm done." Sylvia elegantly wiped her red lips. Lilian's obsessed look upset her slightly.

Without hesitation, she bent over to tighten Franklin's bathrobe and said, "I'm sleepy.”

Franklin looked down at her hand on his chest, smiling. "All right. Let's go to bed."

held her hand and left the dining

Lilian watched them leave, hatred

"Are you jealous, sweetie?"

"You'd better

rosy earlobe. "Also, you pulled

at you," Sylvia retorted, pretending to be careless. "You deliberately revealed your chest, didn't you? If you want to hit

Sylvia spoke, the weirder

am I

She rubbed her forehead.

on your face." Franklin couldn't help

racing. When she looked up at his bright grin, she

didn't smile, he looked cold and ruthless. However, whenever he smiled, he was indeed

power to make all women in the

trembling eyelashes, Franklin bent down his head

repeatedly kissed her smooth forehead gently and affectionately. Sylvia held her breath, feeling his kisses trailing

his lips fell on

kiss, Franklin tenderly pecked

found Franklin staring at her wholeheartedly. She

she felt awkward under his gaze, wondering

She cursed inwardly.

under the soft light of the bedroom. She wanted to straighten it up,

and asked hoarsely, "Trying to seduce

and her eyes

words annoyed

and inwardly blamed her

confident in her self-restraint, but Franklin had repeatedly shattered it.

You've overthought. I'm

black belt of his bathrobe, dragged her hand, and pressed it on his chest. "You wanted to touch me in the

Sylvia caressed the outline of his muscles. Her

a psycho,’ her

became scarlet, but she was unwilling to admit being

bit his

provocatively, "Mr. Maskelyne, you always like to take control, don't you? Why did you let me control everything this

on his ear. Franklin reminded her hoarsely with an evil smile, "You are

glinted in desire, and his body

fell onto the king-size

familiar mint scent. Shaking her head, she got off the bed and

bathroom, the door was pushed open from

you sleep in? I didn't expect you to get up

He sounded seductive.

him coldly, blushing. Pretending to be calm, she reminded him, "Please

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