I couldn''t hear clearly.


    But she spoke so slowly that I could read her lips.


    Before I could look away, a figure hurriedly passed by me!


    It was Mr. Shaw.


    Soon, the sounds of objects crashing and faint arguments echoed from the living room.


    I heard my own name, as well as Ryan''s. There were also mentions of online scandals.


    Finally, a clear and angry shout came from Mr. Shaw. "She''s spoiled and headstrong, and you still have to make a fuss? Let her keep kneeling outside in this heavy snow, and if word gets out..." Suddenly, the snow stopped.


    I took me a while to realize that there was a shadow over my head. Looking up, I saw arge, pure ck umbre and Frank''s deep, brown eyes!


    His face was expressionless as he handed me the umbre. "Can you hold it?"


    I rubbed my somewhat numb hands. "I can..."


    Before I could finish, he shoved the umbre into my hand.


    In the next moment, the man in the ck leather jacket half-knelt on the ground, silently lifted me into his arms, and then slowly stood up. His steps were unusuallyrge and fast.


    Mr. and Mrs. Shaw chased after us.


    Mrs. Shaw spoke first, "Frank, weren''t you supposed to be in Jeswood visiting your grandma? Why..."


    Frank didn''t slow his pace. "Instead of worrying about me, you should think about how to clean up Bethany''s mess!"


    Mrs. Shaw was choked with anger. "Do you think you can just take someone from the Shaw family without informing us?"


    Frank smiled lightly. "I don''t have the habit of notifying anyone before I do anything."


    The driver, perceptive as always, got out of the car and opened the rear door before Frank reached the vehicle.


    "Wait." Frank bent down to ce me inside, and as he was closing the door, Mrs. Shaw grabbed the edge of the door and said sternly, "I have a question for Miss Wilson."


    The temperature inside the car wasfortable, a stark contrast to the outside world.


    After a moment, I looked at Mrs. Shaw with cold detachment. "I''m not interested in answering your questions."


    Since it seemed that any action would lead to the same oue, I decided to follow my true feelings.


    "Listen!"


    Mrs. Shaw tugged at Mr. Shaw''s arm. "She''s the one who did this! What kind of heart does she have? She appears honest, but behind our backs, she''s using all sorts of dirty tricks to design dresses for Bethany!"


    She looked at Frank. "Frank, you absolutely cannot take her away today!"


    "Mrs. Shaw, I''ve shown you enough respect as your hand is still intact."


    Frank nced at her hand, which was still gripping the door handle and gave a nonchnt smile. "But you know, I''m generally not very patient. Three, two..."


    There was a loud bang.


    In thest second before he mmed the door, Mrs. Shaw quickly pulled her hand away!N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Furious, she clung to Mr. Shaw, unwilling to let Frank leave easily. "Call Luke! I want to see if Luke also condones his behavior!"


    "That''s enough! If you don''t let them go now, do you want to embarass the Shaw family


    even more...


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    Mr. Shaw''s patience was also exhausted, but his remaining words were cut off as Frank closed the car door from the other side.


    The ck luxury car slowly drove out of the vi district.


    Frank nced at my knees and furrowed his brow slightly. "Charlotte, you really are consistently skilled at making yourself look so miserable." lowered my eyes and didn''t speak,


    He threw a towel, which he had just taken from the trunk, into myp. "How are your knees?"