NovelTrueChapter 375
1 suddenly stood up on my tiptoes, and threw myself into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his
waist.
"Such enthusiasm? He seemed pleased, rubbing the back of my head." Have you thought about what you
needed to think about?"
"I have." As | spoke, my gaze swept over to Ryan, who was standing at the door with a stern expression.
Before | could say anything, Ryan's well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the door. "Honey, it's tto go home."
"I'll handle it." Frank patted my head, gently releasingand turning to leave.
"Frank!" | called out to him. He seemed to sense something, his lean body stiffening slightly, but he still
responded, "Yeah? What's up?"
| dared not look into his eyes. Summoning all my strength, | said as casually as possible, "He's here to pick me
up.”
He pursed his lips, but he wasn't smiling. His tone bewildered. "What did you say?"
"I've had enough fun. | need to go back to being Mrs. Frost." | shrugged nonchalantly. "Frank, let's go our
separate ways."
| cruelly left him behind, just as Ryan had leftin the basement that night.
Ryan wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we left.
We looked like a loving couple.
The moment the elevator doors closed, | pulled away from him and took a step back. "Ryan, this month doesn't
include sleeping together, right?" The words were so unsavory.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet | remained calm, as if discussing business with a client.
"Of course..." He pulled out a disinfecting wipe, cleaning my fingers one by
one it doesn't include that
Meeting his gaze, | continued, 'l won't be moving into the Frost family's residence, nor will | live with you."
Are you doing this for him?" His brows showed a hint of mockery. "Then what obligations do you, as Mrs. Frost,
plan to fulfill?"
"Such resting at hfor the mistress?" | said indifferently.
Ryan's face turned cold all of a sudden: The elevator doors opened, and he pulledby the wrist, striding out
and quickly shovinginto the car. "Charlotte, does being Mrs. Frost mean nothing to you anymore?"
| moved away from him. "It still does."
The man's expression softened slightly. Just as he was about to speak, | said quietly. "A shackle."
The dream | once longed for:
The person | wanted to hold on to.
The identity that once thrilled me.
Now all felt like shackles.
They boundso tightly that even breathing was difficult.
Ryan was stunned, as if struck by lightning. After a moment, he calmed down and instructed the driver, "Go
home."
"I said I'm not going to the Frost family's residence."
His voice was harsh. "You don't get a say."
"Are you threateningwith Frank?"
"You could put it that way."
"Fine then."
| knew how to provoke him, staring at him and emphasizing each word as | said, "As long as you stop making
things difficult for him, I'll do whatever your
want!
His veins bulged, and he sneered. "Are you willing to sleep withas well?"
| smiled slightly and said softly, "Ryan, If you want to kill me, that's also possible.
His eyes turned red instantly. He reached out to touch my head, but his hand froze mid-air due tobacking
away instinctively.
I ignored him, turning my gaze to the window.
The night was dark and foreboding.
Scenes from earlier flashed through my mind.
Frank had held onto me, his fingertips were cold.
He asked, "Is someone threatening you? Charlotte, | warn you, you can do whatever you want, but don't be
foolish."
He wouldn't let go. "Charlotte, Charlotte..."
| felt somewhat dazed, as if I could hear nasal sounds.
I said, "You're overthinking it. Frank, I'm already Mrs. Frost. Couples have arguments and make up. You'll
understand once you're married."
His gaze darkened with anger as if he wanted to devour me, but his face remained smiling, and he mocked,
"Wantto get married? You really wantto get married?"
"Yes, you're three years older than me. You should get married. When the tcomes, both Ryan and | will give
you an expensive wedding gift!"
Ryan was surprisingly faithful to his word. Within a couple of days, the illegitimate son of the Smith family
withdrew from the Smith Group headquarters.
Sir Smith had not yet been discharged from the hospital.
Frank's life seemed to have slowly returned to normal.
He quickly secured several major projects, moving fast and decisively.
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