The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank said flatly, “You were poisoned. Yara called me over to help.”

Vicky’s heart raced in fear as she remembered what happened, and quickly asked, “Where’s Yara?

“She left, saying there’s something urgent back home. She asked me to stay and take care of you.

Vicky clenched her jaw. “That girl, I swear…”

They were fortunate it was Frank who stayed. What would happen if Yara left her with another man, while she was still unconscious?!

Turning back toward Frank with a charming smile, she said, “You didn’t do anything to me, did you?”

“No,” Frank replied, shaking his head. “You worry too much.”

“Hey now–I’m glad you stayed to take care of me,” Vicky grinned, playfully sliding her pajamas off her shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind if you really want it… Frank rubbed his nose. “The more you do that, the less interested I’d be.”

“Honestly… Get out of here,” Vicky snorted, pursing her lips–she had just made the vibe in the room a little playful, and he ruined it right then there.

Romance was really dead!

Frank shrugged and closed the washroom door behind himself.

After a while, Vicky stopped out in just a bath towel and sat down on her bed.

“Do you know who poisoned you?” Frank asked just then.

“I don’t know I have a long list of enemies, and I can’t pin them down.”

“The Snowshade you were poisoned with is a specific poison, used by the Hidden Sky Sect of the Southern Sea,” Frank said bluntly.

Vicky rubbed her chin in thought for a while but eventually shook her head. “I’ve never been to the Southern Sea, let alone provoked some sect–maybe it’s just some hitman.”

Frank nodded–that was probable.

Vicky then said, “You should come to work tomorrow. My safety would at least be guaranteed with you around,” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Don’t worry,” Frank assured her. “I’m a man of my word–It’s just that there

were some unexpected complications.”

“As in your ex–wife being in danger?” Vicky teased.

Frank avoided the question. “I owe Henry Lane, and I have to help when the Lanes are in trouble.”

Vicky pursed her lips, completely skeptical.

She was fiddling with her hair when she suddenly gasped, “Ah…”

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked.

“I–I think my chest hurts,” Vicky gasped, her expression contorting in pain. “Is there still some poison in my veins?”

Frank was at once caught in bemusement and disbelief. “That’s impossible–you just took an Ichor Pill. It would completely break the poison.”

“Oh, just come and see! It hurts!” Vicky snapped in annoyance since he was still standing there, deducing.

Still puzzled, Frank walked up, ready to take her pulse when she suddenly caught his wrist, and pressed his hand directly on her chest.

“What…” Frank gulped, left flustered just then.

“Why would you take my pulse when my chest hurts?” Vicky smiled. “Feel my heartbeat instead–see where the problem is.‘

Frank realized then she was fine and just teasing him.

He started to turn, but she firmly pulled, knocking him off balance and landing on top of her.

There were just inches between them, and this time, Frank really felt her heartbeat…

At the same time, Vicky wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Frank’s eyes widened, her sweet scent rushing into his nostrils and overwhelming his rationality.

Suddenly, he did not even have the strength to stand!