I was taken aback. I looked at him and said irritably, "Did I say I was going to marry you?" "Everything else can be decided by you, Frank said with a smile. "But this matter is up to m I red at him. "If I don''t want to, are you going to force me?"


    As I said this, I started going downstairs. When he followed me to the car, I was puzzled. "Where''s your car?"


    "The driver took it."


    He opened the front passenger door and got into the car. All of that was done very smoothly. It was rare. for him not to go straight to sleep after getting in the car today.


    I started the engine and heard him ask, "Did you find out anything from your aunt?"


    "Yeah, I learned a little."Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Thinking about my aunt made me feel a bit down, I the said while driving, "I was indeed kidnapped back then. I escaped and ended up in my dad''s car. He saved me."


    "They mentioned something about ''Mrs. Shaw'' when those people were searching for me." I continued, hoping to hear his thoughts, "Do you think the person who kidnapped me could be... Mrs. Shaw?"


    "It''s quite likely," said Frank, frowning slightly. "But she treated you well before the kidnapping. So, I never suspected her all these years."


    "I see." I pursed my lips. "No wonder she seemed a bit familiar when I saw her before. After all, she was


    someone who treated me well when I was a child and whom I called ''Mom."


    Frank seemed thoughtful and then asked, "Any other clues?"


    "Yes."


    I was about to continue when he said as we approached a traffic light, "Turn left here."


    "Huh? Where are we going?"


    I was puzzled, as this direction was not towards the hotel, but I followed his instructions and signaled to


    turn.


    Frank''s voice was rxed and pleasant. "I''m taking you somewhere. You''ll know when we get there." "Okay." "Keep going."


    "Well, I''ll tell you when we arrive," I deliberately teased him.


    He chuckled and saidzily, "You''re a fast learner."


    Under his guidance, I drove slowly into an old-fashioned residential neighborhood at the center of Jeswood. When we got out of the car, I was a bit puzzled, but he opened the trunk and helped me carry my luggage


    out.


    I looked at him, confused.


    "This time, we''re not staying in a hotel," he said and pushed the suitcase, walking ahead.


    A few steps in, noticing that I hadn''t followed, he turned and nced at me. "What, have you already imagined a scenario where I''m raping you?" "Who''s thinking about that?"


    "You know who,"


    I admitted his provoking tactic worked. I caught up with him and said, "I know you''re not like that. Frank, I''ve always trusted you."


    Heughed lightly. "Really?"


    "Yes."


    Whether I was genuinely praising him or trying to calm myself, I gave a definitive answer.


    The house was a two-bedroom house with two staircases and a beautiful environment.


    When he opened the door, I looked at the hallway wall filled with dolls and couldn''t help but smile. "You''re actually this childish too?"


    "You''re the childish one."


    "Huh?"


    Under my puzzled expression, he cocked his brows and said with a smile, "Don''t you like it anymore?" "I still do."


    I realized that the entire wall of dolls were arranged with my preferences in mind.


    The neighborhood looked aged from the outside, but the inside was spotless and clean. The lighting was excellent, and the decor was a warm, delicate pastoral style-just what a girl would like.


    Curious about why he liked this style, he handed me the original key to the fingerprint lock. "Everything was decorated ording to your preferences from when you were a child. I originally intended to give this as a birthday gift, but didn''t have the chance."