"How did you know?"


    After asking such a question, I felt a bit foolish.


    Given his rtionship with Bethany, he would obviously know.


    Seeing that he had no intention of taking the dress, I offered it again, only to hear him say with a half- smile, "Mrs. Frost, you think so little of me. It''s just a dress. Do you think I would take it back after giving it to you?"


    "Give?"


    I was somewhat surprised.


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    Frank crossed his arms andpletely avoided my attempt to return it. With a mboyant and unrestrained attitude, he said, "Otherwise, would you just be my femalepanion for nothing?"


    "Fine then."


    I knew I couldn''t return it, so I epted it with a smile.


    For a family like theirs, this amount of money was indeed negligible. Persisting in refusal would seem pretentious.


    I smiled slightly, "Then thank you."


    "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor."


    "I''m not being a femalepanion again."


    I rejected instinctively.


    Frank let out a pleasantugh. "What are you thinking? This Sunday, go to the University of Jston and pick someone up after school. I should be busy that day, so I''m asking you for help." I frowned. "A boy or a girl?"


    "A girl."


    Upon hearing this, I suddenly understood,


    Previously, when he mentioned apanying someone here, I thought it might be an illegitimate child. But given his age, he couldn''t possibly have an illegitimate child old enough to be in college... Was it his young girlfriend?


    When I nodded in agreement, my gaze inadvertently swept over a pair of women''s slippers under the entrance cab. I smiled lightly. "Alright, I''ll do it."


    Considering my current main task is negotiating a partnership with the RF Group and other work will start only after the fundse in, I should be rtively free this weekend. I can find time to pick someone up.


    The next morning, as soon as I got up, the doorbell rang.


    When I opened the door, Ryan, dressed in a bespoke suit, came in effortlessly, changing into slippers. He took out the breakfast from a thermal box and ced it on the dining table.


    "It''s made by the chef from the the Frost family''s residence."


    He pulled me over and pushed me into a chair. "Quick, eat while it''s still warm. Albert said these are your favorites."


    I was still a bit dazed. “Ryan, didn''t you understand my point? We''re still getting a divorce, you don''t need to be so nice to me."


    A couple about to divorce didn''t need to do such affectionate things.


    "You haven''t understood my point either."


    Ryan carefully gathered my loose hair and tied it back, making it easier for me to eat. His voice was deep. "I told you, I''m seriously trying to win you back."


    He seemed quite certain that as long as he continued like this, I would eventually fall for his advances. And I knew that it was quite possible.


    I was a bit irritated. "But I don''t need this kind of half-hearted effort from you. Ryan, why are you suddenly trying so hard to win me back? Is it because..."


    "Is it because no one else is around you, so you want to hold onto me as a lifeline?"


    "Or is it because you''re just unwilling to ept it?"


    Yes, during those days in the hospital, and even now, he had been very serious.


    He seemed like a good husband trying to win back his wife.


    But I was scared!


    I used to be unable to see through him, and now I didn''t want to expend effort to do so anymore. Ryan''s fingers on the back of my neck seemed to stiffen slightly. "Neither."


    "Then why?"


    I smiled self-mockingly, stood up, and looked at him with a bitter expression. "Don''t say it''s because you like me. You needed Gary to remind you of my birthday. You needed Albert to tell you what I like to eat. As for you, how much do you really know about me?"