Khalid paused and turned to look at Frances.
She added, looking a bit hesitant, “Well, that’s my own suggestion. And it’s all up to you. If you find it a bad idea, you can simply ignore it.”
After gazing at her for a few seconds, Khalid suddenly asked, “Will you move in as well?”
Frances paused and stared at him. Not until a while later did she realize what he meant.
She felt like saying something with her mouth open, looking a bit bashful.
His gaze at her looked extraordinarily firm, which was rare to see before.
Her heartbeat seemed to go out of control. She felt like her soberness had run away.
Her mind was in a mess but what he just said kept echoing within, ‘Will you move in as well?’
Though Khalid didn’t explain his intention hidden in the question, she could probably tell from his face.
Frances shifted her gaze away and slightly lifted her hair backward, trying to make herself composed, “Well…I don’t know…actually I don’t worry much about it if Kathy moves in and lives under your care. But I…”
She found it hard to finish her words.
She didn’t wanna straightly refuse. Nor did she wanna embarrass herself once she showed a hint of compromise.
Khalid stood up, nodded and walked to the corridor.
Confused, Frances had no idea what he meant.
Khalid seemed to make a call to Marshall, asking when he would return.
He told Marshall he would be waiting in the parlor. After that, he ended the call.
He didn’t get back to the room. Frances seemed to hear him walking downstairs.
She took a deep breath, not sure if he got annoyed because of what she said.
But after a second thought, she didn’t notice something annoying from what she just said.
She covered her face with both hands, feeling distraught.
Meanwhile, Marshall looked quite annoyed after hanging up.
He grumbled, “Dad, why don’t you call me a bit later?”
Beside him, Katherine was sitting on the front seat with a blushed face, while the back of which had been adjusted to lean a bit backward.
Before Khalid made the call, Marshall was pinning her down, kissing and grinding with her affectionately.
Though they weren’t likely to get further to do something intimate in the car, he still got quite annoyed when being interrupted in the midst of the romantic moment.
It took Katherine quite a while to cool herself off.
She closed her eyes, wondering why didn’t she even struggle a bit.
At least on the surface, she didn’t feel like making compromise so soon.
Marshall put down his phone and said, sounding a bit dispirited, “Alright, time to go back home. My dad is about to drive himself home as well.”
Unspoken, Katherine adjusted the back of the seat to the common position.
Marshall drove at high speed on their way home. As he reached, he saw Khalid smoking in the parlor.
Katherine raised up her head to take a look, noticing that the light in Frances’s room was still on.
She still stayed awake alone in the room. So what was Khalid doing here?
Katherine looked a bit displeased when noticing his awful instinct for romance.
Katherine greeted him and then went upstairs.
She headed straight into Frances’s room.
While Frances was still sitting on the bed, looking blank.
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