It wasn''t sadness, just envy.
If my mom were still here, she would definitely protect me.
''Mom. Mom... I misses you so much.
"What are you crying for?"
Suddenly, from behind arge pir in the car park, Frank walked out and frowned. "Weren''t you determined to divorce him? After chatting with him for a bit, you can''t bear to leave again?"
I hastily wiped away my tears and sniffed. "No. It''s just that the wind outside was too strong and I got sand in my eyes."
"Oh."
Seeing through my excuse in one nce, he said sarcastically, "With that kind of crying, you really can''t tolerate any sand in your eyes."
''What a cliché.''
Despite my terrible mood, his cliché still helped. "Weren''t you waiting for me in the car? Why are you here?"
"The car was stuffy."
He tossed off these three words and swaggered ahead.
Once inside the car, warmth enveloped me instantly, and I btedly realized that I had been freezing from head to toe.
I was freezing.
The silver-gray Pagani roared to life and swiftly merged onto the main road.
Sorting out my thoughts, I asked, "Why did you bring me today?"
Initially, I thought it was simply to have a femalepanion.
Then I thought maybe it was to recruit me as an actress.
Now, I don''t think it was neither of those.
We were on the main roads, but wasn''t going fast. There were numerous traffic lights which caused the sports car to start and stop frequently. "What do you think?"
Frank nced at me from the corner of his eye. "What do
"To make me see the truth, not topete with your adopted sister for a man," I replied.
"Foolish."
"Huh?"
"Didn''t you say I ruined your n that day?" He casually draped one hand over the window sill and steered with the other. "Now I''m returning it to you." After hearing those words, I understood.
He brought me here to show me how determined the Shaw family was to have Ryan as their son-inw.
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ncing at him, I asked, "Should I thank you for that?"
"Sure. Buy me a meal or kneel down and kowtow, your choice."
Helplessly, I said, "I really can''t tell that a person like you can be so passionate about someone."
Frank''s jaw tightened for a moment, then he chuckled lightly. "Your way ofplimenting people is quite unique.''
"Embarrassing the Shaw family like this face-to-face today, is that alright with you?" I asked casually.
"What could happen? At most, my dad will scold me a bit, but he wouldn''t really do anything else. If he hits me, my grandpa will chase after him with his walking stick to hit him back."
It seemed like he was quite experienced in this regard.
I smiled faintly and was about to say something when he casually lifted his head. "It''s alright if he hits me. As long as he doesn''t kill me, I''ll keep bringing her up. Otherwise, no one will mention her, everyone will give up, and she will truly disappear."
I was slightly taken aback. The "she" he mentioned was the daughter of the Shaw family.
I cocked my brows and teased, "With such deep feelings, Mrs. Shaw actually worries about you marrying me."
"She just likes to worry unnecessarily."
As we spoke, the car entered the underground car park of the Jston Summit. He skillfully backed into a parking space and cocked his brows. "You better not have any ideas about me. I could never like you."
"I heard you, I heard you. You''re really narcissistic."
As I teased him, I got out of the car and walked towards the elevator.
Exiting the elevator, we went our separate ways. When I saw a cake box at my doorstep, I was somewhat surprised. Bending down to pick it up, I noticed a note inside through a transparent partition.
"Happy birthday, Charlotte. Hope everything goes smoothly."
Frank must have heard themotion from my side and turned to look. His eyes flickered with suspicion. "Birthday cake, is it your.birthday today?"