I nodded and smiled. "Yes, and what about you? The New Year is approaching. When will you be going
back?"
Even if I didn''t reach a cooperation agreement with Frank, I still had to go.
The clothes for Madam Shaw and Madam Smith, needed to be delivered.
Custom clothes were expensive not only because of the products themselves but the services that went along with them as well. Besides, the Charlotte Jewelry still required the Madam Shaw''s and Madam Smith''s help to pass the brand around.
I had to make this trip in person.
"I''m going as well! Wait for me!"N?velDrama.Org content.
Megan left the door open, hurriedly ran back, grabbed a backpack, and stuffed things into it beforeing out.
"Megan, are you doing parkour at home early in the morning? If you''re that noisy, you can move out. It''s not like we don''t have a ce!" Frank roared irritably in the living room.
I had my fair share of morning grumpiness, but his was clearly more frightening.
Megan shushed him. "Why are you being so mean? Charlotte is waiting at the door for us. You still haven''t gotten up!"
"Let me sleep for three more minutes."
After saying this, he went back to being quiet.
I nced at my watch. There was only five minutes left until the agreed time.
To my surprise, at exactly seven o''clock, he strolled out of the house in a rxed manner.
It seemed that he had slept for three more minutes and only used two minutes to wash up.
Which child of affluent families would be so indifferent about their appearances?
His fringe was a mess, looking like a bird''s nest on his forehead, his eyes half-closed in drowsiness, and he had an unweing demeanor.
But despite his disheveled look, his handsome looks and the wild, carefree aura he exuded were even more alluring.
Noticing me out of the corner of his eye, he lifted his gaze and asked, "Did you put a spell on her?"
I was confused, "Huh?"
"She used to never want to go back home and always spent the New Year out by herself."
Frank spoke in azy, hoarse voice, as if he had just woken up. "Now, just because you''re going, she''s suddenly changed her mind."
"Maybe she just suddenly wanted to go home for the New Year?"
"Impossible."
"Why not?" I couldn''t resist asking further.
He didn''t hide anything, "She doesn''t like my dad and has rarely gone home since she was little. Otherwise, why do you think Bethany and Mrs. Shaw don''t know her?" "She has a bad rtionship with your dad?"
"He''s not even my dad!"
Just as I finished asking, Megan ran out with her backpack, speaking decisively.
Frank said coldly, "Either don''t go back, or if you do, be smart about it."
"You''re all the same." Megan was unwilling to ept this and looked at me. "Charlotte, even if you remarry Mr. Frost, you must never be with someone like him."
Frank grabbed her ear, "Megan, stop ruining my reputation."
"Why are you acting so desperate?"
Megan, with her chin raised, continued to provoke him. "Aren''t you all about Lily? Why do you care so much about what I say about you in front of Charlotte? Have you fallen for someone else..."
"Get lost!"
Frank released her abruptly, not bothering to argue further, but his mood was clearly darker.
On the way to Jeswood, the car was eerily silent.
Frank, sitting in the passenger seat, fell asleep as soon as he got in, slumpedzily in the seat, indifferent and quiet.
Megan tried several times to chat with me but, considering she had just annoyed him, she didn''t dare speak.
Eventually, unable to hold it in any longer, she pulled out two earplugs from her bag and handed them to me, signaling me to make Frank wear them.
I didn''t even dare take them, mouthing, "You do it."
"He''ll have a go at me..."
Megan was on the verge of tears, "Don''t worry, he shouldn''t scold you.
With that, she directly shoved the earplugs into my hands.
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Feeling a headacheing on, I looked at Megan''s hopeful expression and said, "Fra..."
You''re too noisy, just give them to me."