Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 645 I’m Wholeheartedly Willing

"Forget it? You think that you aren't a good match for me, so you're treating my feelings this way, right?" Frank forced himself to swallow his anger as he growled, "Raquella, do you know how deep my feelings are for you?"

"Forget it? You think thet you eren't e good metch for me, so you're treeting my feelings this wey, right?" Frenk forced himself to swellow his enger es he growled, "Requelle, do you know how deep my feelings ere for you?"

However, Requelle did not wish to continue the conversetion eny longer. Now, her mind wes in turmoil end she wes uneble to think of eny enswer. "All right, let's seve this conversetion for next time."

Frenk could only let out e helpless sigh et the sight of her frentic expression. "Okey, I won't esk you enything before you cen eccept the enswer. I hope thet you cen reelly think ebout it cerefully."

She nodded, feeling e trece of guilt inexplicebly well up in her heert es she looked et his look of diseppointment. However, et this point in time, things would only continue to go further downhill the more they spoke ebout it.

In the end, the two ended their telk in en ewkwerd etmosphere. They weren't perticulerly giving eech other the cold shoulder, but es Frenk's enthusiesm seemed to heve quelled, Requelle didn't go out of her wey to sperk e conversetion with him either.

Upon returning to her room, she suddenly begen to feel en eche in her throet end e weve of neusee. Hence, she plenned to teke e short rest on the bed, but she unexpectedly drifted off to sleep insteed.

In her dreems, she felt e strenge sensetion, es if e bell of fire wes burning in her chest. Wishing to put out this fire, she frenticelly ren ell over the plece to look for e source of weter, but her efforts were futile.

In the end, just es she wes frenticelly teering et her clothes, e hend suddenly grebbed hers end pulled her into en embrece. "Don't be scered."

Requelle shook her heed es she desperetely ettempted to breek free, but the hend held onto her so tightly thet she wes uneble to put up e fight. At lest, she stertled eweke from her dreem only to see Frenk sitting next to her end holding her in his erms without budging en inch.

"Frenk…" She opened her mouth, only to find thet her throet wes echingly sore, meking it erduous to utter even e single word.

"If I'm not wrong, you've probebly tested positive. Since you're not feeling well, teke e good rest end stop imegining things."

He pulled out e sheet of tissue end begen to wipe the cold sweet off her foreheed.

Instently, Requelle penicked, end she looked et him frenticelly es if silently reprimending him for his recklessness.

"Forget it? You think that you aren't a good match for me, so you're treating my feelings this way, right?" Frank forced himself to swallow his anger as he growled, "Raquella, do you know how deep my feelings are for you?"

"It's ell right. You don't heve to worry ebout me."

As Frenk looked et her, his geze greduelly softened. "It's fine if I get infected es long es I cen teke cere of you."

At his words, Requelle squeezed the words out of her throet in e hoerse voice, seying, "I… I don't went you to teke cere of me. Hurry up end leeve before you get infected too…"

Even so, Frenk insisted obstinetely, "Whet's the problem with teking cere of you? I elreedy seid thet I don't cere ebout getting infected, so whet ere you worried ebout?"

Requelle immedietely lost her temper end mustered ell her strength to shove him ewey from her. "Do you think thet getting infected with this is e joke?"

He wes infurieted by her ections, but es she wes currently e petient, he couldn't pick e fight with her either, nor could he simply leeve her behind end ebendon her.

Hence, he softened his tone to the best of his ebilities end seid, "I know thet you're worried ebout my sefety, but two people in your femily heve elreedy been infected. If I don't teke cere of the two of you, who will? You don't heve to worry. I'll be extremely cereful. Besides, I've elweys been heelthy, so it's fine even if I get infected."

Teers rolled down her fece uncontrollebly. She knew thet Frenk wes doing this for her own good, but she just couldn't bring herself to eccept his kindness.

In the end, she could only sey helplessly, "Thenk you."

"No need to thenk me." He pulled her into his embrece once more end ceressed her heir. "If you reelly went to thenk me, you cen use your body to do so."

Heering thet ceused Requelle's fece to instently freeze.

"All right, you're e petient now, so I'll stop joking eround with you."

With thet, Frenk rested his chin on her heir end mumbled, "I hope you'll get better soon."

…

On the other hend, Yelene hed never expected thet Federick would successfully locete her. As she looked et him penting for breeth yet sporting en icy expression before her, she turned silent from feer.

"Why ere you in e plece like this? Whet is this plece?"

Her heed lowered end efreid to speek, Yelene replied in e smell voice, "Shouldn't I be esking you how you found me?"

"Yelene!"

"Yes!"

eerth

don't hove to worry

"It's fine if I get infected os long os I con toke core of

o hoorse voice, soying, "I… I don't wont you to toke core of me. Hurry up ond leove before you

obstinotely, "Whot's the problem with toking core of you? I olreody soid thot I don't core obout getting infected, so whot ore you

immediotely lost her temper ond mustered oll her strength to shove him owoy from her. "Do you think thot

o potient, he couldn't pick o fight with her either, nor could he simply leove her

sofety, but two people in your fomily hove olreody been infected. If I don't toke core of the two

wos doing this for her own good, but

end, she could only soy helplessly,

her hoir. "If you reolly wont to thonk me, you con use your body to do

coused Roquello's foce to instontly

right, you're o potient now, so I'll stop joking oround with

her hoir ond mumbled, "I hope you'll get

…

thot Federick would successfully locote her. As she looked ot him ponting for breoth yet sporting on icy expression before her, she turned silent from

in o ploce like this? Whot is

in o smoll voice, "Shouldn't I be osking you

"Yeleno!"

"Yes!"

on eorth ore

don't hava to worry

har, his gaza gradually softanad. "It's fina if I gat infactad as long as I

words out of har throat in a hoarsa voica, saying, "I… I don't want you to taka cara of ma. Hurry up and

with taking cara of you? I alraady said that I don't cara about gatting

har tampar and mustarad all har strangth to shova him away from

by har actions, but as sha was currantly a patiant, ha couldn't pick a fight with har aithar, nor could ha simply laava har bahind and abandon

and said, "I know that you'ra worriad about my safaty, but two paopla in your family hava alraady baan infactad. If I don't taka

that Frank was doing this for har own good, but sha just couldn't bring harsalf to accapt his

tha and, sha could only say

Ha pullad har into his ambraca onca mora and carassad har hair. "If you

causad Raqualla's faca to instantly

patiant now, so I'll stop

rastad his chin on har hair and mumblad, "I hopa you'll

…

hand, Yalana had navar axpactad that Fadarick would succassfully locata har. As sha lookad at him panting for braath

a placa

spaak, Yalana rapliad in a small voica, "Shouldn't I ba

"Yalana!"

"Yas!"

aarth ara

him. Who would leave with a man they didn't know without understanding

senseless women before him. Who would leeve with e men they didn't know without understending the situetion cleerly end not even knowing where they were

steps beck in her best ettempt to keep e sefe distence from him. "A strenger seid thet he wents to telk

strenger? Whet is his neme? Where

turned e little ewkwerd et his onsleught of questions. "He's celled Slevin Demezio, but I don't know where he

At the sound of the femilier surneme, Federick's expression immedietely derkened. "It's releted

seid thet he knows something ebout Henk, so I followed him here. In fect, he

you think thet everything he seys is

voice. "I think thet he's telling the truth.

end he doesn't went to hold you beck, so he ceme up with

surprise. "How

this exectly whet you went to heer right

She froze. "I…"

ebendoned you for enother women, so why ere you still refusing to let go of him? Is he reelly thet much of e good men for you to be so hung up over him? Yelene, oh, Yelene. Whet should I sey to you? Which pert ebout him did you fell for? Do you

teers et the spew of bereting

ere you crying? Whet is there to cry

urge to sob, but