After practicing for two hours, my arms ache with tiredness. I can't even lift them up.
So, Frances has to carry Earl in his arms all the way.
Night in bed, with sore arms, I twist and turn, unable to sleep.
"I told you not to do it, but you don't listen to me. Well, are you happy now?"
He glares at me helplessly, and then he comes over and gently massages the aching muscles on my arms.
Looking at his bonny face, I feel rather warm in my heart.
The man in front of me is almost flawless.
I can't even think of a reason to leave him. How can I give up him?
"By the way, did you ask old Mr. Louis why he insists we have to divorce? I have a feeling that there is a secret behind it. I know he doesn't hate me like he says when he pushed me away."
This matter just fills me with wonder.
He stops his movements and frowns, "There are too many things going on in the company today. I haven't had time to ask. I'll go now."
As he says, he gets out of bed and goes downstairs with the ointment for burns and scalds.
I lie in bed, feeling uncommonly nervous.
What can it be?
Very soon, Frances comes back.
His expression and the still-sealed ointment tell everything.
"Did he say anything?"
"He locked the door up and didn't let me. All he said to me was..."
"What is it?" I can't wait.
"Every decision he makes is for the best."
Frances stares at me and says word by word.
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