Love at First Night (Frank and Judith)

Chapter 92

Biting her lower lip, Ann looked up at Frank as if she had been greatly wronged. She got up the courage to ask, “Frank, is it because I am the adopted daughter of the Chaney family so that you don’t want to marry me?” Ann would not give up without getting an answer today. Frank narrowed his eyes and raised his chin with a commanding presence. “It’s not about who you are or whether you are adopted or not. It’s just that love cannot be forced.” Despite his usual cold and distant manner, Frank spoke more words than he usually did so that he could have his life in peace in the future. Marilyn exhaled deeply and said earnestly, “Frank, I see what you are saying, but I hope you can give it a second thought about letting Ann work here as an intern. Your company is full of talents with more challenges. People can only grow with competitions.” “Mom!” Ann looked like she was about to cry. How could Marilyn just let it go? Ann loved Frank, and she would not marry anyone but him. Marilyn did not look at Ann’ She knew well about Frank’s temper. No one could force him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Frank stayed silent. A woman like Ann would never keep her nose clean, and Frank wouldn’t want her to mess up his company. “Mrs. Chaney, I should be going now.” Frank had finished what he needed to say.

Frank got up, and the sunlight that came in through the window shone on him, gliding his tall figure with the dazzling beam. Ann looked at Frank with infatuation. This man was the Prince Charming of Ann and countless other girls.

dream of Ann that she was desperate for,

Frank was the brightest

until he disappeared in her sight. She looked at Marilyn with tears. “Mom, let’s not push Frank too hard. Don’t worry. I

that you like Frank, but he has been stubborn since he was young. You

on Frank. He will love me back eventually if I work harder. “I wonder if I could make Judith go away. Did you see how she flirts

by Judith. Maybe it was true when people said that the best things were what we