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He gave me a sidelong nce. "A little more?"
""Not satisfied?"
"That''s not it." Frank smiled. "Just wondering, when will it reach its peak?"
I curved my lips into a smile. "Well, that depends on how you perform. Keep it up."
"Keep it up? I''m already putting in the effort physically."
Frank, with a tone of coaxing, slid his hand down to the base of my thigh. After feeling something, he gritted his teeth and said, "It''s not that I don''t respect the elderly, but I just want to ask, why haven''t your elders left yet?"
My face flushed intensely, and I pped his hand away. "Seven days! There''s no way it could be that quick. If it were that quick, I''d be in the hospital!"
Frank closed his eyes, resigned. He lifted me down and pulled me toward the dining room. "I''m hungry."
Julie had already prepared the meal: three dishes and a soup.
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the dishes and looked at Frank. "These are all my favorites?"
Whenever it was the summer, I would lose my appetite because of the heat.
In the past, Brenda never catered to my tastes when cooking, so I ate even less.
As a result, summer often became a good time for me to lose weight.
Frank chuckled. "Am I doing enough?"
""Yes!"
I happily sat down, served two bowls of green bean and pork rib soup, and began eating eagerly.
This is what it means to be favored.
He always focused solely on my feelings and experiences, my emotions, my needs. He always prioritized them. Ding-dong-
The doorbell rang suddenly.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
As I moved to open the door, Frank pressed down on my shoulder. "Enjoy your meal. I''ll go get the door." When the door opened, Danny dashed in quickly.
"Uncle!"
While calling Frank, he bypassed him and threw himself straight into my arms. "Aunt, I''ve missed you!"
Seeing the little kid''s obsequiousness, Frank''s mouth twitched. He nced at the man outside the door and asked, "Have you called my sister?" "No." Alex''s voice was t as he asked, "Can you give me na''s current hotel room number?"
Frank frowned. "Ask her yourself."
The normally meticulous figure in financial news seemed a bit helpless now. "You know very well she won''t tell me.''
Frank leaned against the entrance, his tone indifferent. "Instead of looking for her, you should clear up your scandalous matters first." "What scandalous matters?"
"Does Mr. Jackson have many scandalous matters?"
Frank''s tone was somewhat sarcastic as he defended his sister.
Regarding Alex''s scandals, I had asionallye across them, but they were always spective.
It seemed Alex had never rified anything.
Alex frowned. "Does she mind this?"
Frank was speechless. "You can ask her about it.''
As he finished speaking, he reached to close the door.
Alex stopped the door from closing with his hand and said, somewhat exasperated," If I could get anything out of her, I wouldn''t be asking you."
"Mr. Jackson, that''s quite amusing." Frank''s smile was somewhat mocking. "You and
she are divorced. Besides some necessary project cooperation, we have no other rtionship. If you really care, you should ask her directly. What''s the point of asking me?*
He wasn''t being nice at all.
Frank closed the door and returned to the dining table. I was a bit worried. "Is this appropriate? After all, he is Danny''s father."
"Others can''t help with the conflict between him and na."
Frank seemed to understand their marital issues well. "If you don''t provoke him a little, na could continue to quarrel with him forever."
I was momentarily stunned. "Quarrel?"
''Weren''t they divorced?''
Danny leaned on the dining table, blinked his big eyes, and sighed like an old soul." Mom loves to argue with Dad."
Frank flicked his little head with his finger. "Little kid."
Danny pouted and retorted, "I am not a little kid!"
Baston, three o''clock in the morning.
Alex had been awake for a full two days and nights, handling business nonstop due to ast-minute schedule.