Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 232

"No, I like you."

Frank said stubbornly. He would only marry Michelle in his life.

Michelle had no choice. She could tell his expression from the voice, "Frank, I don't know how to tell you. Maybe I can't let myself go. Please give me some time."

She had seen how good Frank was, but liking him was different from being a girlfriend. But Michelle was afraid that she would irritate him if she refused him at this time, so she had to say it euphemistically.

Fortunately, Frank didn't continue to pester her, or she really couldn't stand it.

There was no taste in the meal. Michelle went upstairs alone after the meal. She needed time to think about it, and more time to forget Scott, completely forget him.

After getting along with Frank for such a long time, Michelle knew what kind of person he was. She had to admit that he was a good man.

Night gradually swept over, and Michelle was still sitting on the sofa in a daze. For her, day and night were no different. Her phone would broadcast voice at every time, reminding her to know whether it was night or day.

Two years had passed, and it seemed to have become an indispensable habit of her life.

In the dark night, Scott stood in front of the French window and looked down at the city.

"Go and check in for a long time for me." At this time, the assistant came back with a take out. Just as the assistant put the things in his hands on the tea table, he heard the cold voice of Scott.

"Mr. Scott, why do you suddenly plan to live in A City for so long? I remembered that you don't like this city all the time? " The assistant asked in confusion. In fact, he knew what had happened today. But he didn't dare to mention it, fearing that it would touch the heart of Scott.

But he couldn't abandon the head company in C City for the sake of his private affairs. The company couldn't be alive without a boss.

"I asked you to go, just go. When did you have so much nonsense?" Scott looked at his assistant angrily and warned.

"Yes, I'll do it right away." The assistant realized that he had said something wrong, so he nodded and left the room quickly.

After he left, Scott was still standing in front of the French window, wondering what Michelle was doing at the moment.

In the middle of the night, Michelle vaguely heard the footsteps coming from the corridor. Knowing that something had happened, she immediately got up from the bed. She opened the door and listened to the sound outside.

"What happened?" Coincidentally, someone passed by, and Michelle seized the opportunity to ask him.

"It's Mr. Frank. He..."

However, before he could finish his words, Michelle asked him to help her to Frank's room. The room between the two was only a few steps away. Michelle soon arrived at Frank's room.

"What happened?" She asked the servant.

"Mr. Frank has a stomachache."

"Stomachache?" Michelle couldn't believe it, she didn't know Frank had stomach illness for so many years.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Frank, don't be in danger." She said with fear, for fear that Frank's stomach illness would be very serious.

Frank was awake at this time. At least he had a stomachache that made him unable to fall asleep. Seeing Michelle's anxiety, he only felt warm in his heart.

"I'm fine."

It was a chronic disease. So I couldn't starve or eat cold or hard food. Normally, I should eat more light food to digest. Michelle knew these common sense.

If she had known that Frank had stomach illness, she would not have asked the servants to put pepper in the cooking. Frank knew her preferences, so he accompanied her to eat every meal, even if his body could not bear it.

It was not as simple as one or two times, but this time it was more serious than before.

Fortunately, Frank was much better after taking the medicine. After they left, Michelle didn't want to leave. She stayed by his bed for a whole night, and Frank didn't sleep either.

For the first time in his life, he felt the warmth of being cared.

"Frank, how do you feel?" She felt that the man on the bed moved and knew that he had woken up, so she asked in a hurry.

"Much better." Frank was touched beyond words. He held her hand and felt extremely cold. At that moment, his heart ached.

"That's good. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Michelle didn't let go of his hand, but let him hold it.

Hearing that she was going to cook, Frank was undoubtedly moved, but it was not appropriate for Michelle to enter the kitchen now. He was worried that something might happen to her inside.